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hayjeon · 4 years

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Practical Tips on getting your fics out there!

I’ve gotten an influx of these types of questions here recently, and the more i thought about what i was gonna add, it became really long :(

disclaimer: a lot of the things i bring up are just from personal experience as a writer on this site, what my followers have told me they appreciate, and what i tend to look for when im looking for fics to read! If you don’t like these tips then pls move on :)

although i’ll mention them, i’m also not going to be focusing on cliche tips like “write for yourself” or “grammar issues” cause those are pretty obvious!

1. accessibility of your blog

when you’re trying to get your name out there, make sure that you’re creating an inviting experience for any potential followers! this includes:

a memorable url! be creative!

have some fun designing your blog’s aesthetic! (i love cute blogs because it reflects a bit of the writer’s personality), and (i prefer blogs with white backgrounds because it’s easier to look through/read, say, in contrast to a pitch black one where the words need to be white!)

put your masterlist link in your bio (even better if you can link most recent fic! found this most helpful when i revisit authors that i like and can easily see if they’ve updated or not)

an organized and easy-to-navigate masterlist (personally, i prefer masterlists organized by band, instead of types of fics ie. i hate when i have to choose between drabbles, oneshots, and series masterlists; i really prefer to see them altogether!) --> see section 3

organized tags (if you’re going to be posting a lot of non-fic-related content like pictures or videos, tag them properly so followers can sort through and find your fics easily!), or (if you’re going to be writing in different mediums like drabbles, or answering asks, make sure to use a unified #mine or #writing or #fics to centralize your content)

2. get your name out there!

write write write! once you have some fics that show your talent, don’t be shy!

join writing groups: when i first started out, I joined a bunch of groups that would reblog my fics in the midst of the content of much bigger writers; these blogs developed a following, and as a result of my content mixing in with bigger blogs’ content, so did my own tumblr! there’s been a stigma recently with these groups, but im sure you can find one thats supportive and not clique-y!

send your fics to rec pages: what’s the harm? the only bad thing that can happen is that they ignore you! who cares! get out there!

if you can do the above, i really encourage you to ask your fave writers for advice/to read your fic: again, the worst that can happen is that they say no or don’t respond or don’t have enough time, but it’ll be a good opportunity to get some feedback! i for one read (or try to read) every single rec that falls into my inbox. if i like it, i’ll #rec it, and if i don’t, unless the writer asks me for feedback, i move on!!

utilize your tags!!: i’m not entirely sure if this is still the same or not, but from my memory, it’s the first 3-5 tags that matter the most? so utilize them well; push back the tags that aren’t really relevant (ie. #writing, #fics) and push more the main subject line of what you wrote (ie. jungkook fluff, bts smut, namjoon angst). these will populate your fics into the tags better!

headers!: when i’m scrolling through an infinite page of fics, the headers catch my eye the most; try being creative! you can find a lot of info out there on how to make ur headers super aesthetic, but i can share my tips too! --> see section 3

3. your masterlist

here are some practical tips!

organize by band, not type of fic/member/centralize your masterlist: i went onto a blog recently and clicked their bio mlist link to find a page full of 20~ish “JUNGKOOK MASTERLIST”/ “JAEHYUN MASTERLIST” and when i clicked on each one, they only had like 2 or 3 fics per member. i think it would’ve been better if she’d centralized all her fics! that keeps whoever is looking interested and more likely to click on another fic while browsing

add info about the fics!: when scrolling through a masterlist, it’s easy to get lost; try to add some snippets of info (ie. a short sentence you liked from the fic, a quick summary, a description of the au/scenario, or even a header!) this all gives some info about the fics you have tagged!

headers: this isn’t a requirement, but i personally love a good header on fics i read and i love making them myself as i finish up a fic and get ready to upload it; here are free sources: unsplash for HQ stock pics, crop/edit/filter in VSCO, and then add aesthetic script with fontcandy)

try to fill it up!: after i visit a blog after reading one good fic, i usually browse through their mlist to see if there are any more that i’d be interested in. if there’s a lot to look forward to, i’ll almost always follow; try to write as much as you can in the first few months to try and fill up your mlist and give blog viewers a reason to visit your blog again, follow, or even reblog your content!)

4. try not to reproduce cliche fics:

honestly tumblr’s writing community (and armys) has grown insanely these past few years and, unfortunately, even from my perspective, in the past 3-4 years, all the writers have sort of become blended together in my brain. but, i can say that the ones who consistently stand out are the ones who produce consistent content and think outside of the box!

i tend to gravitate towards fics that have really interesting plotlines (ex. btssavedmylifeblr’s VOID is always a surprise to read because it’s sO unique! i usually don’t read ot7 fics but this one is legit my fave)

I know it’s tempting to try and just write typical smut fics to try and gain some traction, but tumblr is already too overloaded by that kind of content; try to write something that’s special and unique! this will set u apart from the thousands of other writers here --> see next section

5. create unique fics:

this is also personal to my writing style, but i get so bored writing just casual fics about the members, and it affects the fics i choose to read too; i prefer unique fics which you can achieve through:

circumstance/au: create a fun au!; don’t just create an arranged marriage, create an arranged marriage in joseon dynasty, or between a werewolf and a hunter! (shameless self plug); don’t just give me friends to lovers, but give me spiderman!jungkook friends to lovers! (ie. cupofteaguk’s exchanges)

jobs: give them out-of-the-ordinary jobs; don’t just give me enemies to lovers, but give me rival!anchors who end up loving eachother! (ie. jimlingss The Newscasters)

fun dialogue: create good back-and-forth, (something i’m still working on!)! this will help your characters develop personality, and that way, readers will start to develop that themselves as well (ie. dad!yoongi from insemination wars by prolixitae is such a specific character that i love so much!, or obiwrites’ garden characters were so memorable!)

create memorable personalities: don’t give me a flat character, try to develop 4d personalities in all of your characters! (im still working on this too!) this way you can really make an impression on your followers! a great way to practice/recognize this is: “Ask my Character.” Can your followers ask a specific character a specific question, and would you be able to deliver an answer that is very specific to that character’s tone/voice/personality? If yes, then ur doing well! If not, try to think of ways that you can make tht specific character from a specific story, really unique and separate from your other characters.

6. some practical writing tips

be yourself, write for your own pleasure, blah blah blah; yeah you know already haha but here are a few more practical tips!

grammar check: if you can, try and hone your grammar! makes for an easier read

write like you: i personally LOVE this by obiwrites, but even the way she writes exudes her personality and is so specific; try not to be caught up in adding hundreds of synonyms and exquisite language; in fact, simpling it down and being more concise and honest with your writing is better than a superfluous sentence; this will also give ur characters so much more dimension and funk

use those commas/sentence variation: try to use more commas; this will feel like you’re the narrator to your own story; it also makes it more fluid to read in my opinion, over those short. clipped. sentences. (ie. “he came over, sitting down on the corner of your bed with an expression you’d never seen before” over “he walked over. he sat down, looking sad.”)

half-half dialogue/narration: a fic with too much dialogue can get confusing, and a fic with too much narration can get dry; try to balance them out, and weave in and out of each!

quality over quantity: don’t feel burdened to write a 30k word fic. in fact, i think some of the shorter fics (ie. any of versigny’s stuff) made a bigger impression on me over the longer fics because they were short, left me wanting more, and were just so high-quality in such small quantities. try out your hand at drabbles and one-shots, and don’t feel too burdened to try and develop a series right off the bat!

abandon pigeon-holes: i’m guilty of this; i start series and then end up with no vision for the stories and they end up giving me writers block. its okay. just stop or discontinue them or leave them on a hiatus; it’s okay. your priority is yourself, and if abandoning certain works are part of that, then go ahead. it’ll help you progress more.

and finally.......

i’ll add more as they come up! but if you liked this, then pls lmk! i’d love to give more tips and tricks; i think i started this blog 3-4 years ago when there weren’t as many writers here, but im glad you’re thinking of starting out/wanting to grow more! don’t feel intimidated! it’s not all about the notes/followers but creating a blog you’re proud of.

so write what you’re proud of, or interested in, and keep going. i truly thoroughly had so much fun writing this post. if there are any writers who read through this and have some more advice, pls msg me!

all the best to you!

#writing tips #story talk #if ur a writer pls lmk if theres anything u wanna add #if ur a reader then pls lmk any questions or comments!

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thrillridesz · 4 years

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saw this and think it's real fun so could you pair your moots with a tbz member who they're most similar with in terms of personality?

hello! i’m sorry this is a little late but i finally found a bit of time to sit down answer this ^^ also please don’t be offended if i didn’t include you here, i just went with the names i thought of immediately when the tbz member comes to mind! ><

sangyeon - @moondustaeil

i’ve said this a lot of times and i’m going to say it again. of all my moots, amber is the closest in terms of personality wise to sangyeon! they both make people feel really safe around them and can always be depended on. they are also mature beyond their years and tbh amber just gives me sangyeon vibes...

jacob - @ihearttbz

riane is so sweet and kindhearted, just like jacob. they are both complete angels and they were they talk is just really soft and comforting somehow? i feel like they are both the ones to look out for everyone else before themselves and are people you would love to engage in 3am talks with and talk about anything at all.

younghoon - @jyeonvoir

i know i said elsie gave me juyeon vibes and i dang near paired her with juyeon again here but at further thought, i thought she might be more like bbang instead. like younghoon, i think elsie can be rather reserved at first but when you start to talk to her, she’s actually really nice and easy to talk to. i’m not actually sure how to explain it but it’s a gut feeling for this one, somehow pairing her with juyeon on this one would feel wrong.

hyunjae - @bobagyu

these 2 people are so funny and their humour is so direct and similar that sometimes i wonder if i’m talking to hyunjae 2.0 but rose ver. the way rose talks and responds to things reminds me a lot of hyunjae. you guys know how hyunjae is always so straightforward and is known to speak his mind? that’s rose as well.

juyeon - @sankyeom

belle and juyeon are alike because i always saw them as the highly talented type but are also incredibly low key and humble about their own achievements. juyeon seems like the kind of guy to really be dedicated to his work, giving himself very high standards and idk why but that’s how i see belle as well. there’s also this softness to the both of them that kinda makes me want to give them a big hug.

kevin - @kpophours

anna is a perfect example of someone who knows when to be serious and when to play around, just like kevin. i feel like her advice is always pretty sound and what she says is what i can imagine kevin saying as well. we haven’t been talking lately but i rmb being so relaxed around her and even at our first convo, i didn’t feel awkward at all.

chanhee - @tidalstorm

seeing amal’s tags on her posts always makes me think of chanhee for some reasons and just the way she talks too? like she’s sweet and friendly but internally i feel like there’s this sassiness that i normally would associate with chanhee. it’s like they have a soft aura but there’s a little bit of a kick to them as well!

changmin - @atbzkingdom + @fluffytbz

i know we always think of changmin as a very happy go lucky kinda guy ( bruh as im typing this he’s having a vlive LMAO ok by anyways ) and i feel like dee is like that but i think beneath that happy go lucky exterior, they’re both also very introspective people who are actually very mature in their thinking and very intellectual as well. they are people who know how to have fun and you think that that is all there is to them when it’s not the case.

rosie is a huge ball of fluff like changmin tbh!! they’re both so cute and adorable and i think that the way they talk is also quite similar? you know how changmin’s voice is always so upbeat even though he may just be talking in a very casual manner? yeah, i think that’s how i imagine rosie to sound like! honestly? mad changmin vibes from this girl

haknyeon - @mae-gi-writes

at first i wanted to say kevin but after a little bit more thinking, i’m going to say haknyeon. i feel like haknyeon and mae are the kind of ppl you’d turn to if you just want to be completely random and weird around bc you can trust them to act just the same around you. they are both the type of the people you’d love to be best buds with and when you hang around them, you never know what you’re gonna get because one moment they can be quiet, the next they can be the wildest and most boisterous ppl you meet.

hyunjoon - @aveluant1a + @thepixelelf

yu is basically hyunjoon and every bit as cool and chill and catlike as he is imo. she’s not someone of many words, like hyunjoon but when she does say stuff, it’s always very meaningful and well thought out. sometimes her perspective on stuff are from povs that i’ve never thought of exploring at all so talking to her always feel like im learning something new along the way and it’s just like how i think talking to hyunjoon would be like as a guy who had so much happen to him both good and bad.

idk if casey knows this but she’s one of the very first tbz writers that i followed and i’ve read her earliest works and i just rmbed being so awestruck by them? the artistry is actually unbelievable and when i read her stuff, i feel like i can detect this flair in her work that i like to associate with hyunjoon. like they’re both very committed to their work and have this individualistic, unique flair in them. they way she interacts with ppl is also very calm and logical, like hyunjoon which i admire as well! (p.s idk if you rmb but i think i once requested a juyeon drabble from you (#59) and it’s still one of my fav tbz works on tumblr EVER )

sunwoo - @beomberry

didn't need to think twice lol for sunwoo lol, it’s def gonna be anie. they both care so much for the ppl around them and also put in a lot of effort in everything they do like have you seen anie’s works? the headers and the story... everything is so well executed and you can see how much effort she puts into them. but the biggest similarity is that they’re both not afraid to be themselves and i think that’s what i like so much about them.

eric - @chaoticdeobi + @sunkisseddwoo

yo the amount of energy bea has is freaking insane sometimes. it’s a sort of radiant energy that she exudes that makes you want to hang around with her and just befriend her. talking to bea always makes me so happy and i sometimes catch myself smiling as i’m texting her because that’s the kind of effect she’d have on other ppl! in that aspect, she's like eric imo bc i get the same feeling when im like watching crack tbz videos that feature eric ><

alesha, i would say resembles the softer side of eric. the more mellow but nonetheless cheery version of eric, if that makes sense? alesha is honestly a very lovely person and i think she really takes the time to build on her relationships with others, such as being there for others and making them feel valued much like how i think eric is like!

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mamaspresley · 4 years

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relentless | boxer!ch (1)

A/N: my first time publishing my writing on tumblr... im nervous ee. enjoy!! if u’d like to be added to my tag list, send a message to my ask and make sure it’s not anon! also, see who i envision as natalie here and camille here :)

Chapter 1

"I told you, Cami. You pick the bar, you pay."

Camille wasn't too happy by that remark, as she let out an exasperated groan before digging around in her purse, while her best friend pushed out a playful laugh. She grabbed her wallet, slipping out a twenty and handing it to the dark haired girl, who gave a smug smile before turning back to the bartender to order a round of drinks. Natalie ordered a tequila on the rocks for herself and a Bellini for her best friend before taking the time to glance around the venue. It was a little underwhelming, if she was being honest. When she agreed to drinks on a Saturday night with her childhood best friend in her home of downtown Los Angeles, Natalie expected something a little more exciting. Craved something a little more exciting. She had flown in from Michigan and cancelled her plans with her father tonight for the very excuse to get plastered at some nightclub in L.A.—Natalie had a reason to be less than happy when the night she was looking forward to wasn't as she expected. Aside from her disappointment, Natalie couldn't say she was surprised—Camille wasn't one for loud music and mass hoards of drunk people. She was definitely the more sensible one of the pair, only being a few months older but all the more wiser. It'd been that way since grade school, so Natalie didn't expect her best friend to change too much over the past year they'd gone without seeing each other.

"So how's L.A.? Living up to your expectations yet?" Natalie asked as they waited for their drinks. That was the one thing that surprised her about Camille—after graduating university with a degree in law, she made the impulsive decision to pack her bags and move to California. All of their friends had collectively agreed that was more of a Natalie thing to do, and Natalie herself had only furthered that statement. It was out of character, seeing Camille navigate her way through the streets of Los Angeles, but Natalie would be lying if she didn't say it was refreshing to see her best friend stepping out of her comfort zone. It was like all that Natalie had done for Camille during their high school years—dragging her to parties, smuggling in alcohol to their junior prom, getting drunk for the first time together—hadn't just gone to waste, because now Camille was really living. And Natalie liked to think to herself that she was a part of that journey.

"I actually really love it here," Camille answered, flashing her friend a smile as she tucked a stray piece of her dirty blonde hair behind her ear. Natalie didn't miss the way the girl’s blue eyes lit up with excitement, her pink lips twitching into a grin. "Every day I wake up and I still have a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that I live here. Like, this is my life now. It's crazy."

Natalie offered a smile, and thankfully Camille missed how it didn't quite meet her eyes. Truthfully, Natalie had always been jealous of the girl. At first, it rooted from her straight A's in school or when she'd been asked to the school dance before Natalie had. Although those stereotypical high school issues still played a big part in Natalie's bottled-up insecurities, the past year had really opened her eyes at how envious she had been of Camille Johnson throughout their entire friendship. It had hit Natalie like a ton of bricks when the older of the two announced her moving to California. Natalie realized how put-together her best friend was, unlike herself. Natalie, crashing on her brother’s couch in a run-down apartment located in the middle of Dearborn, Michigan, was nowhere near put-together. All the while, Camille had moved across the country, found herself a well-paying, long-term job, and resided in a spacious apartment just off the downtown stretch of one of the biggest and most successful cities in the world. Camille worked full-time as a case handler at a law firm in L.A. and was exactly where she wanted to be—Natalie had a mixed degree in business and fashion and was working full-time at Urban Outfitters just to afford being able to sleep on her brother’s couch. It wasn’t her definition of ideal.

"One Bellini and tequila." Natalie was pulled from her thoughts as their drinks were passed across the counter top, and the raven haired girl had to hold herself back from downing the thing in one take.

"You know—" Natalie glanced around, bringing her glass to her lips. She took a sip of her drink, grimacing before tapping her neon orange acrylic nails to the cup. "—This place sucks. I mean, there's like ten people here. And the music isn't even good. And how do you manage to fuck up tequila on the rocks so badly? It's tequila and ice, not rocket science." Natalie didn't bother to lower her voice, which probably wasn't the best move as she could feel the bartender shooting daggers at her from behind the bar.

"Quit being such a buzzkill," Camille said, eyeing the girl who set her drink down with a scoff. She gave the bartender an apologetic smile before turning back to her friend, who was adjusting the straps on her bra. Camille checked her phone. "It's barely eight. I'm sure the place will liven up once the night starts."

"Well, my night started an hour ago," Natalie defended, taking her purse from the back of her chair and hitching it up her shoulder. The girl stepped down from the bar stool she sat at, her black stilettos coming in contact with the hardwood flooring before she looked at the girl over her shoulder. "I'm dipping. You coming or staying, Johnson?"

Rolling her eyes, Camille hopped down too and followed her stubborn best friend out of the bar, leaving their drinks on the counter. Natalie couldn't help but revel in the feeling of pride, the familiar feeling of control that she gained when they stepped outside and she realized the night was back in her hands. Natalie loved Camille, but God, did it ever feel right when she took the reins.

Natalie took a whiff of fresh air and smiled before turning to her friend, swinging an arm around the shorter girl's shoulders. "Me 'n you, CJ. No bar will ever be good enough for the two of us."

"Actually, I was pretty content in there—"

A blast of sirens cut her off, making both of the girls glance down the street out of sheer curiosity. An ambulance whizzed past and turned left onto the road perpendicular to them, and Natalie could feel a smirk crawling across her lips as the sirens dimmed. Camille looked back up at her friend, locking eyes with the dark haired girl before letting out a sort of annoyed-but-knowing sigh. Camille knew that look. It was the look that always got the pair into trouble as teenagers, and would most likely be getting them into trouble as young adults now, too.

"Natalie, no." Camille shook her head, unwrapping herself from the brunette's hold. She lifted a pointed finger, her expression stern. "You and I both agreed on bar hopping tonight. I want to have a good time. That doesn’t include getting into shit with the cops. I don’t need a repeat of senior year," Camille said, recalling the events of a party Natalie had dragged her to during their last year of high school, when the cops showed up and took everyone they could find on the premise into the station. It was Camille’s first—and hopefully last—encounter with the police. She didn’t want another one—one that would be on her permanent record.

"Oh, come on. You want to have a good time? That sounds like a good time," Natalie exclaimed, taking Camille's smaller hand in her's. The reluctant girl groaned as she felt herself being pulled across the street to where a taxi was sitting, and she knew there was no use in arguing with her. Natalie had always been the reckless, don't-think-before-you-do type, and no matter how hard she tried to, Camille could never change her. They'd known each other since third grade and Camille had tried everything in her power to knock some sense into her, but failed miserably. There was no going back when Natalie was set on something, and unfortunately, most times it involved some stupid and dangerous adventure that Camille didn't necessarily feel comfortable with.

"We're not sixteen anymore, Natalie. We can't just go on meaningless adventures and not think about the consequences," Camille whined as the younger girl opened the door to the yellow cab, slipping inside. Camille followed her in nonetheless, her sense of loyalty overpowering her gut instincts. No matter what crazy shit Natalie was getting herself into, Camille was her best friend. She couldn’t let her do so alone.

"Follow those sirens," Natalie told the driver as she flipped her hair over her shoulder before looking over at Camille. The brunette smiled a wicked, mischievous smile, one that Camille knew all too well. "I came to L.A. to have fun, Cami. So let's have fun." They were pulling off the street before Camille even had time to close the car door.

***

The taxi pulled up to a large venue, one that was made of stone and looked older than the Colosseum. The parking lot was packed, and there were a few people lingering outside. It looked to be an arena of some sorts—for what activity, Natalie had no idea. But she did have some intention of finding out.

"This should cover it," the raven haired girl said confidently, leaning forward to hand the taxi driver a twenty dollar bill. The two girls shuffled out of the car, and Camille glanced at her friend with wide, hesitant eyes. Once Natalie had shut the car door, she turned back to Camille and noticed her expression, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "We're having fun, Camille. Loosen up. Where there's sirens, there's fun."

"I'm pretty sure that contradicts, like, every law ever."

Ignoring the worried look on the blonde's face, Natalie took Camille's hand in her's and pulled her toward the set of double doors leading into the arena. Loud music blared from inside, the bass heavy and Natalie could feel it in her heart when they entered the building. As soon as they stepped inside, Camille and Natalie were pushed to the side as two paramedics rushed out with a man laying on a gurney, his face bloody and groans spurring out of his lips. He had a splint holding his leg straight, his mouth parted as a stained-red cloth was somewhat stuffed between his lips. Natalie raised her eyes at the sight before looking at Camille excitedly.

"What is this place?" Camille murmured, glancing around. Her hand was still entangled with Natalie's out of fear, and the younger girl dragged them farther inside the venue, towards a plaque that had the word SUNNY'S engraved in silver, bold letters.

"Some sort of recreational center I think," Natalie voiced, retracting her hand as she folded her arms over her exposed chest. The air-conditioning was seemingly turned to high in the building, and Natalie was not dressed for the occasion, sporting a black bodysuit with spaghetti straps, the cleavage cut low to showcase the boob job that she’d invested in last summer, with white skinny jeans and the same coloured heels. She expected California to be warm in the July evening, hence her lack of jacket. Natalie pursed her lips, tilting her head as her eyes scanned down the plaque, reading some of the sponsors underneath.

"What, like a gym?"

Suddenly, a loud roar of cheers erupted from behind a second set of double doors, dragging the girls' attentions over. With a raise of her eyebrows and a quick smirk pulling at her lips, Natalie followed the sound, and Camille was right on her heels.

In the middle of the arena sat a large octagon, guarded with wires and strong pillars at every vertex. Chairs and bleachers rounded the cage, most of which were filled with people invested in the two men fighting in the octagon. The event seemed to be just starting back up again as tensions were high, and Natalie assumed they'd just taken a quick break after the accident that had led her and Camille there.

A man had just come out of a door diagonal to the girls, spiking both of their attentions, and Natalie abandoned Camille to walk over to him. He had dirty blond hair that was slicked back, a statue of around 6'0" and he was looking down at his phone, not paying attention to the girl approaching him before she rested a hand on his leather jacket clad bicep. He looked up.

"Hi, I'm Natalie." The girl flashed him a smile and he raised his eyebrows, sliding his phone in the back pocket of his black skinny jeans.

"I'm Ashton," the boy said politely, giving her a small, confused smile. Natalie used his hesitance to her advantage, cocking her head to the side like a lost puppy. She twirled her long brown hair around her tan finger, batting her false lashes up at the boy.

"Nice to meet you, Ashton. Quick question," Natalie quipped her head to the side, a grin toying on her lips while Ashton's eyes trailed down to her chest that wasn't exactly modestly covered. "What is this place? Some sort of boxing gym or something?"

"Mm, yeah. You could say that." Ashton's eyes lifted back up, meeting Natalie's. "I own the place." He was cute, she thought. Not really her type, but still undeniably attractive. The leather jacket he wore gave off a cool vibe, along with the red tee he sported underneath. His hazel eyes blended nicely with his skin, and dimples pierced his cheeks without him even having to smile. He couldn't be much older than Natalie, but definitely not younger. Ashton seemed to notice her obviously checking him out, as he quipped, "You seem a little lost, love. Did you come here alone?"

A light laugh fell from her red matte lips as Natalie shook her head. She nodded to Camille, who leaned against the wall, consumed by her phone. "My friend and I just came to check the place out." A spark lit up in Natalie's eyes as her lips curled into a smirk. "We just came from her boyfriend's house. Found him with another girl. It's sad, really. Camille always falls for the guys who turn out to be dicks."

She watched as Ashton glanced over, and she didn’t miss the spark in his eyes when he laid them on Camille.

"Sorry. . . You say, her boyfriend cheated on her?" he clarified, lifting his eyes back up to Natalie's brown ones. She nodded, a pout significant on her lips. A look of pity flashed over his face as Ashton mumbled, "That's no good. How's she holding up?"

"Not good," Natalie drawled. "She could definitely use some cheering up. I'm totally helpless here, though. I don't know what to do." Ashton's hazel eyes flickered over with concern, and Natalie would almost feel bad if she knew better—she'd played this game many times before and practically became immune to the feeling of guilt.

"Listen, my friends and I were gonna head out for drinks after the match—I'm sure they wouldn't mind if you guys came along."

A smirk played on Natalie's lips as she internally gave herself a pat on the back. God, a year out of the game and she was still scoring. "I don't know," Natalie pushed, masking her satisfaction with a frown as she crossed her arms, looking back over at an oblivious Camille. "I'm not too sure Cami will be in the mood. I mean, can you blame her? I'd be heartbroken if I found my boyfriend of two years in bed with my sister, too."

Ashton's eyebrows shot up at this, his light brown eyes wide and full of concern. "You sure I can't buy you two a drink later?" Home run.

"I'll see what I can do to convince her," Natalie mused, placing her hand on his bicep gently. Her lips curled up in a not-so-genuine smile and she blinked up at him innocently. "You're sure we aren't imposing, though?"

"Of course not. I'll go check with my friends now," he said with a small smile hinting at his lips. Ashton glanced into the filled arena before looking back at Natalie. "Stay here, I'll be back in a moment."

Ashton was disappearing around the corner a moment later and Natalie let out an excited squeal as she approached Camille. The girl looked up, rolling her eyes at the excitement her best friend was practically radiating. “What did you do now?”

"We're having fun tonight!" Natalie sang out, earning a quip of the eyebrow from Camille. Natalie grabbed one of her hands, smiling wickedly. "I got us invited to drinks with a hot guy and his friends. And he's, like, totally into you, so you're welcome." Impressed, Camille raised her eyebrows at her friend and let a sort of smile creep across her lips, only for it to be replaced with a scowl after hearing the next bit. "I may or may not have made up a sob story on your behalf about your boyfriend of two years cheating on you with your sister, but it's okay because you're gonna get laid tonight!"

"You—what?"

"It's fine, Cami!" said a reassuring Natalie, who wasn't doing much to keep to her name. "His name is Ashton and he's tall and handsome and totally wants to fuck you. Not to mention, he owns this place so he must be rolling in money."

"Natalie," the blonde girl grumbled, dropping her hand to instead bring it up to rub her forehead in distress. Camille couldn't believe that she'd fallen for another one of Natalie's childish games—she should've known better. "You can't just do this shit anymore. Setting me up with someone is one thing, but lying to do so is another. I have a reputation to uphold here, and a good job doing what I love that I can't risk for another one of your stupid games!"

Natalie would be lying if she said that Camille's sudden outburst didn't hurt her feelings. But they'd been friends for years, and had fought countless times. Natalie was used to Camille getting upset with her, and she knew that the girl would always come around to forgive her.

That's why, after Camille had stormed off, muttering something about getting some fresh air, and Ashton had approached her again, Natalie flashed him a sweet smile before exclaiming, "She's all in."

The sandy haired boy smiled. "Great. One of the guys fighting in the ring today is with us—name’s Calum. Great dude. You’d hit it off with him, I’m sure.”

“One of the guys fighting?” she repeated before glancing over to the octagon in the middle of the open space. There was two guys in the ring, one of which was sitting on a bench in the corner as another was knelt in front of him. The man kneeling had a black baseball cap on with blond hair sticking out messily, and his whole attire was dark. The man sitting wore only a pair of shorts, shirtless and skin gleaming against the bright lights of the facility. He had tan skin that was littered with tattoos, dark curls on his head that seemed to be damp with sweat as some stuck to his forehead, despite his conscious efforts of running his hand through it. The guy kneeling was talking as the other guy listened, giving a few nods every now and then. Natalie peeled her eyes away, looking back at Ashton. “Which one?”

“The one sitting.”

Natalie used this as an excuse to look back to the ring, admiring the darker skinned boy that Ashton seemingly knew. He was undeniably attractive, and his choice of career—or hobby, whichever it may be— seemed to only further the fact. He was a boxer. The thin layer of sweat building on his skin glistened under the bright lights of the complex, and Natalie noticed the muscles under his bicep—which looked bigger than Natalie’s head—bulging as his grip on the white towel he held tightened. His jaw was clenched, eyebrows lowered while he listened to what the other boy had to say. Natalie was too engaged in the beautiful boy that she hadn’t even realized the additional body present behind her, and only peeled her eyes away from the fighter when she heard her best friend’s familiar voice.

“. . . I’m Camille. It’s nice to meet you.”

Turning her head back to look over her shoulder, Natalie saw a smiling Camille, her cheeks flush with a light pink colour while her blue eyes gazed up at Ashton adorably. Natalie held back a smile; she knew Camille wouldn’t appreciate the I told you so look in front of the boy, so she’d hold it off until later.

“I was just telling Natalie about how I’m friends with one of the guys in the ring,” Ashton explained, never failing to draw Camille’s attention away from him. He didn’t seem to notice her infatuation, though, as he gestured to the octagon. “I own the facility, manage all the guys here. I’ve known Calum for years. The other guy is his trainer, Michael.”

Natalie glanced back over and saw the boy stretched his arms behind his head, continuing to listen to his trainer as he nodded. He began wrapping his fist in white sport tape, shaking his head before saying something to Michael. Natalie wished she could hear their discussion.

“So you manage, like, fights and stuff?” Camille asked. The two engaged in a conversation about Ashton’s job, all the while Natalie’s attention was on the beautiful tattooed boy, not at all aware of another pair of eyes on her.

Part two here!

#calum hood #calum hood imagine #calum fic #5 seconds of summer #5sos #calum 5sos #5sos imagines #boxer au #calum hood boxer #calum hood au #writing #5sos writing #5sos blurb #5sos fic #calum hood fic #5 seconds of summer au #5sos au #spacecowboycal #relentless cth

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sugas-sweetheart · 4 years

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20 questions tag

hi hi thank you @katsushimaa for tagging me Ily 😚😚

1. What do you prefer to be called name-wise?

Sofia!! or sometimes Lulu but like no one apart from family uses it which is sad

2. When is your birthday?

April 15th <3

3. Where do you live?

The UK, England to be more specific

4. Three things you are doing right now?

Thinking about my physics exam tomorrow, what I’m going to wear for non-uniform tomorrow and if I have any iced tea left 😌

5. Four fandoms that have peaked your interest?

Haikyuu, IDKHOW, Star Wars (damn I’ve been watching Star Wars my whole life 🧍‍♀️) and uhhh BNHA

6. How has the pandemic been treating you?

pretty well I guess?? Cut some people off because I wasn’t forced to see them everyday and he was such a dry texter bc he responded with like one word to my questions- 😭 other than that I just did my work from home and called my friends like daily lmao BEING IN LOCKDOWN ALSO BROUGHT ME THIS BLOG THOUGH SO TY 2020 FOR THE PPL IVE MET ON HERE.

7. A song you can’t stop listing to right now

From the gallows by IDKHOW

8. Recommend a movie

X-Men: Days of future past

9. How old are you?

This might surprise some ppl 15

10. School, Univeristy, occupation, other?

My final year of secondary/high school I’m currently having a breakdown over what courses to take into college ✌️😚

11. Do you prefer heat or cold?

COLD. I really don’t like summer ✨

12. Name one fact others may not know about you

I really don’t have much to say uh,,, I’m I really can’t think of something 🧍‍♀️ okAY I THOUGHT ABOUT THIS A LOT LMAO. as a like baby I just didn’t want to walk, like i was bribed with a penguin chocolate bar to walk bc I was just perfectly happy with crawling lmao

13. Are you shy?

Sometimes! online I’m like scared of annoying ppl too much and irl I’m awkward around ppl that I don’t really know,

14. Preferred pronouns?

She/her

15. Biggest pet peeve?

I honestly dk, maybe like slow walkers bc I walk home lmao there was a massive group of 12 yr olds walking home last week and there were sO many of them and walked at about 1mph

16. What is your favourite “dere” type?

I don’t know all the dere types but maybe dandere?

17. Rate your life from 1-10, 1 being crapppy and 10 being the best it could be

Maybe around a 7?? There are lots of things I wish I could go and do or wear but uh,, family aka my mum is like n o other than that I have a life that I’m happy with

18. What’s your main blog?

This one! I don’t have any other blogs and I joined tumblr primarily to write so this is my writing/main blog <3

19. List your side blogs & what they’re used for

as stated above I don’t have any lmao

20. Is there something people need to know about you before becoming friends?

I can be talkative or not,, like if im in a weird mood I’ll say like three words,, uh I like sugawara a lot ❤️ and I will rant to you, if you’re willing to listen, when someone has gotten on my nerves lmao

Tagging: @vhskenma @mystic-helena @icejins @ordinary-ace @goopyartiste @spookykiri @yee-harr @bizzoldmann-08 @peach-pops + anyone else and I’m sorry if you’ve already been tagged >_<

#reblog games <3

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mimi-cee-hq · 4 years

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Yahaba’s Type - Yahaba x Reader (Part 2 of 2)

[Masterlist]

[Part 1] [Part 2]

Summary:

Although Y/n was known as the clown friend, she wasn’t very comfortable around Yahaba. But that started to change when she saw him awkwardly practising his tosses by himself.

Match-up Request:

Hi I’m here for a match up request~ I’m tall (about 1.80) with blonde middle length hair & light brown eyes I’m a bit plump (usually thin but lately I’ve put on some weight) & sometimes I get self conscious about it 😬 been playing volleyball for 10 years as a middle blocker & my team’s ace ☺️ I also enjoy drawing a lot whenever I have free time Im THAT clown friend who gets really happy whenever people laugh with my jokes & I try to cheer people up that way whenever I see someone being down -🦋

So I found out that actually can save my answers as drafts (but only in the app??). *shrugs* Still learning how to use Tumblr.

Yahaba’s Type - Yahaba x Reader

Words: 2,066

Yahaba took a glance at the second floor before their practice match had started. As they warmed up for the match, he felt like his serves and sets were on point today. He was glad that his setting practice with Y/n had paid off. Chiaki and Y/n decided to watch their game today when Chiaki heard about it. She wanted to know what kind of teammates Kyotani had and wondered how they treated him. Y/n came along as well, which was probably the first time she had ever watched their games. But there were times when he wondered if she should have come.

The match started off with Yahaba’s serve. After bouncing the ball a couple of times, he threw the ball in front of him and ran up to it for his jump serve. But as it hit the top of the net, he held his breath until the volleyball had fallen onto the opponent’s side of the court. He let out a sigh of relief. But that didn’t last long because he heard Y/n shouting at the top of her lungs. “Kya~~! You’re so cool, Yahaba!”

Yahaba quickly turned his head up to her direction to see her laughing her head off. He got a bit annoyed at her since he knew she was just messing around. She wouldn’t have been impressed by his jump serve because she knew how to do one as well. Also, getting a point from a net serve already wasn’t very cool in itself. She was probably just mimicking Oikawa’s fan girls that he had told her about. Now he regretted ever telling her about them.

He gave her a smirk just before his next serve. He made sure she was still watching him. His next serve was a powerful one that he aimed at the other team’s spike-haired libero. When the libero missed his serve, he gave Y/n a smug grin. In response, she gave him a thumbs up and smiled.

“Well someone is showing off again,” said Kindaichi. Yahaba straightened up, remembering that he was in the middle of a match.

“What did you expect?” commented Kunimi. “He’s always been like that.”

As Yahaba got the ball back and walked back to the serving line, Y/n yelled out, “You’d better not miss your next serve!” She then said with a laugh, “Otherwise I’ll expose all of your secrets!”

Yahaba flinched at the thought. He didn’t want his team to know how much he had been practising outside of their usual practices.

“Since when have they been close?” Watari asked Kyotani. He just shrugged in response.

Yahaba didn’t expect them to notice that they were more comfortable with each other now. But with how Y/n was treating him, he shouldn’t have been surprised. The two of them had unintentionally continued to practise with each other for the past few months. He wasn’t planning on continuing their practices together, but he saw how much he had improved because of them.

When their opponents were able to get their first point, Seijoh got ready to receive their serve and attack. But when Yahaba set the ball to Kyotani, it was too high for him to reach. Luckily, Kunimi was somehow able to cover for him, even though it gave the other team a chance ball.

The next few times Yahaba tried to set, he kept on messing up. His fingers felt stiff. He didn’t know what was wrong because he had felt great during the warm up. Yahaba started to feel frustrated because he knew he was failing his team and they needed him. He was now their starting setter and captain. How were they supposed to beat Karasuno the next time around if he was already screwing up this match? He started to wonder if all of the extra practice with Y/n was useless.

Suddenly, he heard Y/n yell out a cheer. “Go, go, let’s go, let’s go, Dateko!”

The court was silent as they stared at the second floor to where Y/n stood. The Seijoh players were the first to break the silence with their laughter.

“What the heck is wrong with her?” said Kindaichi while he laughed hard enough for tears to come out of his eyes.

“Not only is she not cheering for us, but we’re not even playing against Dateko!” added Watari as he held his stomach while laughing.

Yahaba covered his laughter with his mouth. He also found it hilarious but he was equally embarrassed by her. She must have noticed that he was starting to panic. The rest of the team was doing well except for him

As the rest of the court continued to laugh, Y/n justified her actions by saying that their cheer was catchy. She even sang along when her own team played a match against them. She thought it was a lot better than their school’s cheer.

Yahaba then saw the referee remove the whistle from her mouth and turned to Y/n. “Y/n! If you disrupt this match again, you’ll be kicked out and you’ll have to run a hundred laps around the school during next practice!”

Y/n stood up straight and replied, “Yes, ma'am!” She pretended to zip her mouth to show that she had understood.

“I forgot that we got the girls’ team’s coach as the ref,” Kindaichi mentioned to Kunimi.

“If she’s the team’s captain, it must be pretty chaotic with her there,” added Kunimi.

Yahaba felt a bit of second-hand embarrassment from what Y/n just did. But because of her joke, he was able to calm down.

He realized how cold his fingers were. As he breathed on his hands, he remembered when he had jammed his fingers at the community center. Y/n had taken his hands and worried over them. He remembered how soft and warm her hands had been. So even though Yahaba had been trying to warm up his hands, he felt his cheeks heat up instead.

After the practice match had ended, Yahaba walked off the court and grabbed his water bottle for a drink. Y/n walked down from the second floor and the tall middle blocker from the other team approached her.

“We should go to the udon place that’s nearby,” stated the intimidating guy with a large build.

“Oh,” said Y/n with a nervous smile. “I’m not really interested.”

“But it’s really good!” he continued to insist.

Yahaba walked up to the guy who was pestering Y/n and tried to stare him down even though he was more than two meters tall. “She said she’s not interested,” Yahaba sternly told him. It’s not like he hadn’t dealt with troublesome people before. He didn’t want Y/n to deal with him by herself.

“What are you doing?” asked Y/n as she raised an eyebrow. “He’s a friend from junior high.” She continued to explain that a group of them were planning a reunion. She had said she wasn’t interested because she didn’t really like udon. She was more of a rice person.

“Ugh, this is so embarrassing,” Yahaba thought to himself.

“Sorry Hyakuzawa,” Y/n apologized with a smile. Kindaichi and Kunimi snickered at Yahaba for trying to be cool. He just told them to shut up.

As Yahaba walked away from the scene, Kyotani leaned on the wall with his arms crossed. “So what happened to having a type?” he asked with a smirk. He still held a grudge against him after all these months.

“Ugh, I don’t have one, okay?” Yahaba responded in frustration.

*****

After another night at the community center, Y/n plopped on her bed out of exhaustion. Her mom scolded her to at least take a shower. She did what she was told and got ready for bed. She checked her phone and saw a couple of texts from Yahaba.

Yahaba: Did you get home okay?

Yahaba: Since you’re not replying, I’ll just go sleep now. Night.

There was also another text that had appeared about an hour later.

Yahaba: I hope you dream of me

Y/n especially blushed at the last one. She didn’t remember him being a flirt. She knew there was no way he meant that. But a silly grin still formed on her mouth as she tried to lay on her bed to sleep. Unfortunately, it turned out that she was right. The next morning she saw one more text from him.

Yababa: I’m sorry! My sister texted that! Ignore that last one!

She knew that she should have known better. She sighed. It was harder to get over her growing crush on him.

She took a second look at the texts. She realized that he must have been exhausted for his sister to have the opportunity to use his phone. She wondered if they should cut down on their practices together.

Later at school, Y/n asked Chiaki if she was still free to come over for some home karaoke. She replied that she was.

“Can I come?” asked Kyotani.

Y/n had to blink a few times before she excitedly asked, “You want to sing?! Are you serious?!”

“No, I want to watch Chiaki sing.” Kyotani replied.

“Well that makes a lot more sense,” she laughed.

“Did you want to come?” Kyotani asked Yahaba.

“Why would I want to come?” asked Yahaba.

“You should come too! It’ll be fun!” said Y/n.

Kyotani didn’t really care was his response would be so he started to walk away with Chiaki. But Yahaba decided to tag along anyway.

When they arrived at Y/n’s house, her dad greeted Yabaha. But he flinched when Kyotani realized that he had been going to the community center.

“I guess your secret is out,” laughed Y/n. Since Kyotani knew her dad as well, he nodded to greet him.

The four of them sat in the living room. Kyotani and Chiaki sat on the large couch and Yahaba took the other end. Y/n set up the karaoke machine.

Chiaki sang a ballad beautifully. Y/n belted out a different song and sung badly on purpose. “Yay! I got a 68!” cheered Y/n. Her best friend found the whole thing hilarious like usual. Yahaba wondered why he came in the first place.

When Chiaki started to whistle to one of the songs, Y/n tried to whistle too. She couldn’t whistle at all. But she was being stubborn and kept trying anyway.

“You look stupid,” said Yahaba. “You’re getting your spit everywhere.” In response, she purposely got closer to him to tease him some more. “Ugh! Stop doing that!”

But Y/n still didn’t stop. It was kind of fun annoying him and the other two found it hilarious. Yahaba didn’t know how to make her stop. So he kissed her.

Y/n froze. She didn’t understand what had just happened. Yahaba smirked at her. But then his attempt to look cool failed him and his face became just as red as hers.

“W- What was that?!” Y/n freaked out. “Why would you do that?!” She tried to cover her blush with her hands. “You should only do that to someone you like!”

Yahaba looked away as he replied, “So it’s fine then.” He hid his face with his hands when Y/n realized that he admitted to liking her.

“B- But,” she continued to panic, “I’m not even your type.”

“I don’t have a type anymore,” he replied. “It’s just you.”

For once, Y/n was silent. She was trying to process the whole thing. She never expected Yahaba to like her back. She then smiled at the thought that he liked her enough for his type to be irrelevant over these past few months.

She took the seat beside him and inched a bit closer. The two still couldn’t make eye contact with each other. They both tried to steal a glance from each other, but when their eyes met, they quickly turned away again. Kyotani and Chiaki just stared at their awkwardness.

“Yahaba,” Y/n’s dad said in a deep voice. Y/n and Yahaba both flinched, not realizing that her dad was there. “I was wondering when you’d finally say something,” he said with a smirk.

*****

Extras that didn’t fit in the story:

Since Yahaba likes ikura don and Y/n likes rice dishes, they eat it all the time on dates.

Kyotani is actually pretty observant since he was conscious of his old teammates talking behind his back. But because he’s stubborn, reckless and just does his own thing anyway, it doesn’t really show through.

Chiaki is the cunning, protective type that looks innocent, but only Kyotani and Y/n know that.

I wanted Y/n to be the daughter of the guy from the community center who watched the Seijoh vs Karasuno match. But if she was, Y/n would have a (last) name. lol.

I hope you liked it! I actually had a hard time getting “clown funny” down. Other types of funny come more naturally to me (like sarcastic, teasing, and punny.) So I got some ideas from the webtoon Odd Girl Out with Mirae as a character model.

I also had a working name for Y/n because I write better that way. I might also post on fanfiction.net with the working name because they technically don’t allow reader-inserts. But I might not do it because it’s more work. lol. I actually initially started posting stories on FFN.

Check out my other stories too. :) I’m hoping to build a collection of them with all of the requests.

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[Masterlist]

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #yahaba x reader #yahaba shigeru #haikyuuwritersnet #haikyuu!!#next gen captains #pretty setter squad #seijoh #aoba johsai #aoba jōsai #haikyuu requests #haikyuu matchup #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fanfic #mimi's fanfiction

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dwintu · 4 years

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thanks for the tag @not-so-silent-back-up :))

🍓 what do you prefer to be called name wise?

the one closest to my name that i like is geo, but i have a few names for internet use too if i dont want to use my name

🍓 when is your birthday?

30th july :))

🍓 where do you live?

in the uk,, england specifically

🍓 Three things you are doing right now?

thinking about if my leg muscles are ever going to recover from working put yesterday and doing an hour jumping lesson at the stables today,,, telling my dad how good jack (the horse) was in our lesson today, and trying to figure out the pattern for a hat im knitting

🍓 four fandoms that have piqued your interest right now?

im just gonna list kpop fandoms bro,, im sorry,,

nctzens,,, atinys,,, stays,, and midzys soon when itzy release not shy

oh haikyuu too, because i rewatched it recently,, although i guess im not really all that interested in the fandom,, just the show

🍓 how is the pandemic treating you?

not too badly i guess, i dont mind being home a lot,, i just worry about my grandparents and i miss my friends

🍓 song you can’t stop listening right now?

to the beat - ateez

but tbh the entire album slaps

🍓 recommend a movie.

i watched crimson peak recently, which was pretty good!!!

🍓 how old are you?

16,, probably younger than my moots thought i was

🍓 school, university, occupation, other?

im starting college soon,, but uk college so its like the last 2 years of american high school i guess

🍓 do you prefer hot or cold?

cold cold cold cold cold cold cold

🍓 name one fact others may not know about you.

hm idk, i feel like i overshare quite a lot on tumblr but,,, i like at cooking but im terrified of it because my mum always tells me im too slow or not doing it right and gets annoyed at me

🍓 are you shy?

if i dont know you, i will not speak to you unless you speak to me first. with friends im super loud and annoying but in public and stuff i cant even order food

🍓 what are your pronouns?

she/her

🍓 any pet peeves?

spicy straights, people cutting in line, hearing people eating (its sO nasty)

🍓 what’s your favorite “dere” type?

okay so i thINK i know what this means, but i cant name any of them and i dont know whay each of them is so,, pass

🍓 rate your life 1-10. 1 being really crappy and 10 being the best you could ever be.

eh,, like a 5 or 6

im pretty worried about exam results seeing as the government messed up a-levels pretty badly

🍓 what’s your main blog?

this one,, @dwintu

🍓 list your side blogs and what they are used for.

@i-wish-i-was-at-eez kinda wish this was my main tbh,,, but i use this for kpop stuff

@u-k-i-y-o studyblr/dark academia thingy, i like this blog a lot but dont post much original content because my cameras broken

is it bad if my main is my least favourite??? jsjsjs

🍓 is there anything you think people need to know about you before becoming friends with you?

hm i dont think so, but ill probably send you random stuff a lot

tagging @aesthetics-r-fun @noonemournsthewicked @zanderbobs you dont have to do this, just if u want

#tag game #please dont steal my identity

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warrenkoles · 4 years

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tag meme !!!

i was tagged by @melmey-fanfics <33

RULES: Answer 20 questions, then tag 20 bloggers you want to get to know better.

1. NAME: wesley/wes

2. NICKNAMES: i used to have soooooo many nicknames, turns out i was just trans & got super dysphoric being referred to as my birth name lol!

3. ZODIAC SIGN: aquarius

4. HEIGHT: 5’6″

5. LANGUAGES: english only, i would like to learn other languages but dont really have the time or the energy to commit to it

6. NATIONALITY: american :/

7. FAVOURITE SEASON: autumn, 100%. that feeling and smell in the air......signs for halloween pop up stores that smell 100% pure polysterene plastic............and pumpkins!!

8. FAVOURITE FLOWER: i dont really know much about flowers outside of the fact that they exist and smell nice and are pretty. ive wanted to get more into gardening and help plant some things in our yards but again - time, energy, etc. i think if i had to choose i would say honeysuckles. they are my favorite flower smell and makes me think of summers as a child.

9. FAVOURITE SCENT: strong smells give me migraines, so i am very choosy about scents. i hate anything artificial smelling. i would probably say my favorite smell is Books. new books, hardcovers, paperback, old books, books that are crumbling. bibles, textbooks. printed paper smells so lovely

10. FAVOURITE COLOUR: RED. all shades of red. most of the things i own are red and/or black lmfao

11. FAVOURITE ANIMAL: probably dogs bc i have 2 dogs and am most comfortable with them & know the most about taking care of them. i love most other animals but dont rly know much abt them outside of me going “gasp! theyre cute so i love them!” lol

12. FAVOURITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER(s): wesley mitchell & travis marks from common law. crowley & aziraphale from good omens. chidi anagonye from the good place. spock from star trek tos. holmes & watson primarily from the acd canon, but ive watched a loooot of adaptations and read tons of pastiches lmfao. alec hardy from broadchurch. idk i have a lot of favorites i could go on and on and on

13. COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: it depends? i mostly drink coffee though in the mornings. but i like all these. i usually only drink hot chocolate in the winter time.

14. AVERAGE SLEEP HOURS: lmaaaaaaaaoooooooo probs like. 5-7 hours on the weekdays and then 10+ on the weekends please do not judge me

15. DOG OR CAT PERSON: i love them both but dogs for the above reason. i’ve never had cats bc i’m allergic and so is my dad

16. NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH: usually a comforter and i also have a weighted blanket , usually if i rly cant sleep i put use the weighted blanket which helps

17. DREAM TRIP: okinawa, japan. anywhere in the uk would be fun too, it can be very scenic and historical plus i rly like colder & rainy type climates the most idk. anywhere really ive only ever traveled within the usa.

18. BLOG ESTABLISHED: idk when exactly but it was sometime like 2016-ish or so since i originally had another blog that was from 2009 (my freshman year of high school) but when tumblr did that thing where they logged everyone out and forced us all to change our passwords via email in 2016 or so , i had to make a new one since my blog was so old that i couldnt get into the email i used back then and never thought to update. ugh it sucked so bad i was so upset about that

19. FOLLOWERS: 531

20. RANDOM FACT: i have a ba in psychology! im really proud of that. :D

i tag: hmmmm idk whoever wants to do it i guess ? i get nervous abt tagging ppl for some reason idk lmfao

#tag memes #long post

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lacehydrangeas · 4 years

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edit: UMMMM just realized this never posted and instead went into my drafts. oops.

tagged by @glubbity (kinda) i’ve never done one of these and i thought it would be fun :o)

[instructions: tag ten followers you’d like to get to know better.] if u want to do this consider urself tagged...

gender: female! im cis but i dont mind they/them pronouns. i think gender IS something i need to put more thought into, but for now im comfortable presenting/being seen as a girl

star sign: im a scorpio babey!!! and if you have known me for more than 5 minutes its obvious. i like to think im a posterchild scorpio. my birthday is october 30, 2003, which i think is a very very good day to be born seeing as halloween is my favorite holiday and fall is my favorite season! im pretty excited to be turning 17 this year

height: 5′3 or 5′4 :o/ i wish i was taller SO bad. its been my dream since childhood to be like 6 foot... unfourtantly i think i might be done growing... my curse

sexuality: lesbian! i like girls very much. i used to identify as bi for most of middle school and then after kissing a dude and it making me sick to my stomach so i had a Realization freshman year. i think one of the sillier things that made me realize i was probably a lesbian is that i never felt comfortable doing one of the alignment charts... i would skip over them because something about saying “bisexual” didnt sit right

hogwarts house: i hate this question so fucking much. according to the official harry potter website i am a gryffindor but childhood me was crushed by that so i self-identify as a slytherin

favorite animal: CHINCHILLAS!!!!! i love chinchillas so fucking much... every time we had an animal project in middle school i would do mine on ‘chillas. did you know those guys fur is so thick they literally can’t get in water or they grow mold? thats why they do ash baths! while humans have one hair per follicle chinchillas have 50+ and fleas cant live on them because they would suffocate in the fur! thats why chinchillas r so soft... like little clouds. my second favorite animal would have to be rabbits... love them

average hours of sleep: when school was in session i would go to bed at like 10 and then wake up around 5, but now i go to bed at like 12 and wake up at like 8. so i usually get around 8 hours

current time: 11:13 am! im a California baby

dogs or cats?: god i love both so much but dogs win... both me and my mom r allergic to cats so i’ve never been able to have one but ive had lots of doggies! tigger, jasper, bailey, rosebud, pupcake...and a lot of my relatives have dogs! cats r very cute and sweet though and i love my neighbors cat even though cuddling her gives me hives

number of blankets you sleep with?: when its cold i sleep with two blankets and sometimes my comforter, and when its warm (like rn) i sleep with my thinnest blanket and my air conditioner on high. i can NOT sleep without a blanket and it needs to be cold. i always sleep the worse during summer

dream job?: i want to be a therapist... i want to be able to help people and psychology is so so so interesting to me. other careers i think would be fun: working at a zoo, professional scuba diver, working at one of those museums/activity centers where kids always go for field trips. you know the ones

when i created this blog: i think sometime in 7th grade? so like in 2017 i think? idk math. my first username was “just-a-tired-nerd” which i think is awful

follower count: 134!

why i created this blog: i thought that tumblr was THE place for gay people to go and i wanted to be around fellow homosexuals. also a friend had a tumblr and told me to make one

how i came up with my url: im so bad at usernames so its honestly kinda embarrassing trying to explain it LOL. i wanted a very ~aesthetic~ name (my previous user was aestheticallyjaded) and hydrangeas r my favorite flower! so i thought “ok whats pretty and feminine and also doesnt sound stupid?” and my brain went Lace! very recently i found out that lacecap hydrangeas r a type of hydrangea so i guess it all worked out in the end!

what do you love about yourself? (can’t be something you do for others): i love how true to myself i am! sometimes its a fault but ive always been very open about myself and my feelings. even if it makes me seem weird ive always acted and presented myself how i want to. when i create something (art/writing) i stay true to myself an express what i want to express. shoutout to all my old teachers who had to sit thru my short stories about lesbians xoxo

what kept you going through middle school? if it wasn’t hard, what was it like?: oh god middle school sucked so fucking bad. it was a really weird time of self discovery and absolute misery lol. i remember so many people whispering about me and talking behind my back because i was very open about being gay and it was when i first started getting really depressed. the only thing that really kept me going was art and nice teachers. ive always been a bit of a “teachers pet” so my teachers always liked me and treated me nicely. being able to have that kind of support and leeway really helped.

#aestheticchatter #this was fun... i like talking about myself

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hisame-chan · 4 years

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So I've been thinking about posting on here if my drawings get better and i looked for advice on youtube and i just found alot of people ranting about tumblr and how bad it is so im not really sure anymore -^- any advice? :/

Well, I'm not really the type to give advices, but I can try...

Don't be afraid of posting your drawings on here

Use tags. Otherwise people just won't find your posts

Tag creators. If you're making a drawing of some characters, created by the other person, tag them. They will see your drawing or fic if you write one and there is a quite high chance that they will reblog it.

Don't be afraid of interacting with other people - reblog their posts with or without adding your thoughts, ask them questions off and on anon, leave comments

Participate in open and personal collabs, challenges, drawing memes and other stuff of that nature.

Don't expect a lot of followers to come right away. Seriously, getting followers here, especially without interacting with other creators, is real hell, so you will have to be patient about that.

I think that's everything I can tell you right now, primarily because that's pretty much everything I know.

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let-it-raines · 5 years

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Second in Command (Epilogue - Part Seven)

Summary: Life as the “spare to the heir” isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be when you’re the supposed screw-up of the family, but people don’t know what really happens behind closed doors.

Rating: Mature

A/N: You guys are totally going to be annoyed with me for how I left it on a cliffhanger when I totally didn’t have to except to show some character growth and how things change...which I guess is exactly the reason I ended it that way :D

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“Can I come in, son?”

“Yeah, of course,” Killian answers automatically, the shock of his father just showing up at his door stunning him for only a moment. It’s not like he never visits. He usually just calls or texts first. “I didn’t know you were coming over, dad. Why didn’t you call?”

“Oh, I was visiting the kids and thought I’d drop by since I knew that the two of you had returned home.” His dad steps inside, squeezing his shoulder before leaning down to pet Indy. “Hello, darling,” he then greets Emma, kissing her cheek before wrapping her up in a hug. “How are you feeling today?”

“Good, good,” Emma insists, her eyes still blown wide as if she’s actually been shocked. He knows she’s still a bit rattled from the flight and her nausea. The same thing had happened when they went out sailing the morning of their anniversary, before the disaster of the rest of that day, and even though he had been wary of it, Emma insisted she was fine. She never said she wasn’t, but the green of her face told him otherwise. “How are you?”

“Kicking pretty high for my age.”

“You are not old,” she laughs, tugging on Indy’s leash. “Do you mind if I take Indy for a quick walk? Let her run around a bit. She’s been told she’s going outside, and I’m afraid she’ll freak out if she doesn’t get to go.”

“Of course, dear. I’ll chat with Killian, and the second you two come back inside, I want to hear all about how you’ve been since you left us to go holiday in the warm sunshine. I swear it’s rained for the past week.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Emma takes a step over toward him, leaning up and kissing his cheek, whispering that she’ll be right back before taking a step outside with Indy and leaving him with his dad.

“Do you want something to drink? Eat?”

“I’m fine.” His father begins walking to the living room, settling down into the recliner he prefers when visiting all while Killian sits down on the couch next to him, only a side table between them. “So how was your holiday?”

He almost chokes on his own saliva thinking of all of the things he absolutely cannot tell his father about their holiday as well as wondering if he should bring up the privacy issue just yet. He doesn’t know, is never truly sure about these types of things. He could have a nice, normal conversation with his father or it could turn into another tense, stressful one. He’s had enough of those for a lifetime, but he also knows that he doesn’t have all of the time in the world to fix this. He’s got fewer than four months, really.

“It was wonderful,” he finally answers, his lips ticking up on one side. It really was wonderful to get away with Emma and only have each other for awhile despite the disaster that was their anniversary. It got better, though. It wasn’t completely bad. They had the sailing trip and the takeout meal that was better than anything else they’d eaten if only for how comfortable they both felt. He felt his son move for the first time, which was bloody brilliant and most definitely his new favorite thing. “It’s a gorgeous island. Emma mentioned something about asking you to make our beaches like that.”

Brennan barks out a laugh, the wrinkles on his face all gathering together while his gray hair shakes the slightest bit. If Killian was a betting man, he’d guess his dad is getting his hair cut in the next two or three days, keeping up with his lifelong schedule of haircuts. “If only I could. That would be bloody wonderful. But I like the way she thinks.”

“She’s definitely a brilliant dreamer.” He trails off toward the end of his sentence, looking down at his hand and twisting his ring around his finger, his constant physical reminder of his lifelong commitment to Emma, as if he really needs one. “Can I talk to you about something, dad?”

“Of course.”

“I know, well, I know that things were different when I was a kid, that technology wasn’t as advanced, that I was a bit of a surprise child and that you were on the older side when I was born.”

“Well, why don’t you just call me elderly then, Killian? And you have absolutely no proof that you were a surprise child.”

His dad laughs when he speaks, but Killian isn’t finding a lot of humor in it, knowing that he’s likely going to upset Brennan with his words.

“What I mean is, I know you weren’t really, truly involved in my life. And I’m not blaming you or trying to make you feel…upset, but I need a very particular kind of advice that really only you and mum or Liam and Abigail can give. And I’m honestly not even sure you can give it.”

“What’s wrong, Killian?”

He takes a moment to collect himself, hundreds of words on the tip of his tongue but none of them feeling quite right. But he has to say something, so he might as well speak the truth.

“How the hell am I supposed to be a father in a world where I can’t protect the privacy of my wife and my child? There were, um, photographers who rented out a house and used scopes to take pictures of us on the beach. And Emma and I got into a pretty nasty argument about it. She’s worried…I’m worried about Andrew’s privacy. We want him to live a life as normal as possible. We don’t want photographers following him to school or to the park, and I just – I don’t know how to fix it.”

He’s been clenching his fist all while he talks, the tenseness in his hand almost painful while hot tears form in his eyes, every fault and every insecurity he’s had long before the fight with Emma coming back and assaulting his senses, making everything a dark, cloudy blur.

Brennan looks calm, secure, the blue of his eyes not changing while his eyelids rapidly blink, his brows furrowing and the lines on his face increasing. Has he said too much? Shown too much emotion? Asked for the impossible?

“The fact that you have very obviously beaten yourself up about this proves that you are a better dad than I ever have been.”

“That’s not what I meant, dad. I didn’t – ”

“I know, Killian. I’m not taking offense to anything. I was a poor excuse for a father for the majority of your life. I was focused on Liam, on my job, on the protocol and the way that my father raised Albert and me. All I knew was that fathers were not supposed to be close to their children, and as much as that hurt me as a child, I stupidly believed it. The fact that you have forgiven me is something I still can’t believe.”

He leans over and places his hand on Brennan’s knee, patting him before leaning back and wiping at his eyes. “I did it for me, but with the way you’ve worked to change, you deserve it.”

“Thank you, my boy.” His father smiles, settling back into his chair and crossing his hands together in his lap. “But this is not about me. This is about you and your family. So you don’t want Andrew in the public eye? At all? Is that what you’re saying?”

“I mean, we haven’t discussed it in serious length, but yes. I’m sure that Emma will be okay with releasing the occasional photo or having him join us when we go overseas so we don’t have to be apart from him, but I think we’re going to have to take a step back in traditions. And when he gets older, I think we may need to move somewhere much more private.”

The front door opens then, the alarm beep sounding at the same time that he hears the click of nails and the squeak of sneakers as well as Emma’s voice. He straightens up, fixing his hunched back and sitting against the couch in as much of a relaxed position as he can.

“Go find, Killian, girl, yeah,” Emma coos, her voice getting louder the closer she gets to the living room. And then she’s in view, Indy running in first and jumping up on the couch before getting down once she spots Brennan, less familiar people always more exciting than him. Emma walks toward him, sitting down in the seat Indy just vacated and reaching around him to tangle her fingers in his hair, stroking the strands. “What’s wrong? Your shoulders are tensed.”

How the hell does she always know?

“Killian and I,” his father answers for him, seemingly understanding that Killian wasn’t sure what to say, “were simply talking about how you two seem to be suffering from some privacy issues and are worried about your child’s future, that you want Andrew to lead a more private life than normal.”

“Oh,” Emma gulps, her hand stilling in his hair before beginning again, “well, yeah. I know that we all grew up differently and that my childhood isn’t really an option, but that’s what I want, what we want. We want him to be able to be a kid, you know? I don’t want him to be used to cameras everywhere he goes. I don’t know how we’d fix that, but that’s definitely my top priority right now. And forever probably.”

His hand finds Emma’s knee, thumb running back and forth over the material of her leggings while she speaks. He’s here with her, for her, consistently, and he hopes that she knows this.

“Why don’t you two give me some time to think things over? I’ll meet with security. We’ll work out some plans and ideas. You two should probably talk to Liam and Abigail. It’s not, well, it won’t be exactly the same. You have more freedom than them, and they’re not quite as private as the two of you. But they do have experience in all of this.” “Thank you, Brennan,” Emma sighs, leaning back into the couch and scratching at his neck, his eyes fluttering closed for a quick moment.

“Of course, but at the end of the day, above everything else, we’re a family. How you two feel is far more important than any sort of duty and tradition we have, even if I do ask that we stick to the important ones.”

“Actually, I have something else that I want to talk about.”

His head snaps to her, eyes searching for what she has to say, but she’s not looking at him, her gaze trained on the wag of Indy’s tail while her fingers tap over his on her leg, the hand in his hair having stilled.

“What do you want to talk about, love?”

She looks at him then, the smallest of smiles on her face that comforts him the slightest bit, before directing her gaze to Brennan. “I don’t want to walk out of the hospital all made up hours after giving birth. Kudos to Abigail. She is a badass woman for that, but that’s not what I want. Andy doesn’t need to be exposed to so many people as a newborn. I don’t need to be all dressed up when I’ve just given birth. I don’t care about tradition when it comes to this. This is what I’m doing, and I really feel like it’s the first step in taking a stand about him not being some kind of public property.”

He didn’t know she felt that way about any of that, nearly every word she said news to him, but he gets it, supports it. If that’s what Emma wants for this, that’s what they’ll do. He’s never quite understood that tradition anyways, and he likes the idea of a more private celebration with just them and their families while Emma heals and they adjust to the terrifying process of being parents for the first time.

“I’m not sure we can do that, dear.”

“What?” His head snaps over to his dad, trying to process the words. “You literally just said that how we feel is more important than any duty we have.”

“But that we need to stick to the important traditions, yes. New family members are an important tradition.”

“Brennan,” Emma grits, her voice strained as she tries to keep it friendly, “I respect our family and all of the traditions we have, but I am not some kind of human machine who’s only here to produce babies. Yes, of course this is a big deal, but it’s a big deal for us as a personal family, not as some part of the institution. You can still put the sign up, make any and all announcements you want. Hell, I’ll release a picture if we have to, but all I’m asking is that we’re allowed to leave and travel home in peace.”

“I agree, dad. I mean, really. Of all of the things we break and bend, of all of the things we change, surely you can let this one thing go? It’s not hundreds of years ago where people are faking pregnancies and paternities to keep the line intact, which was ridiculous then. I think letting family be family is the most important thing, don’t you?”

“Aye, it’s just…you’ll have to forgive me.” Brennan runs his hand over his face, visibly warring something within himself, the lines on his face stressing. “You were right earlier when you said things are different now. These are not things that I really went through with you, not as prevalent as you. Emma, dear, I’m sorry. I don’t…I shouldn’t have ever considered making you do something you’re not comfortable with. I love you dearly, and you and Killian know what’s best here, not me.”

“I don’t want to disappoint you,” Emma says, getting up from the couch and sitting down on the edge of the coffee table so that she can squeeze Brennan’s hand. “You are so brilliant, and you uphold this family so well. I know that I’m different, that it was difficult to accept me, but change can be good, you know?”

“I know.”

Brennan stays for a little while longer, hashing out a few more details with them before accepting a cup of tea and some food, finally listening to them talk about their holiday all the while scratching behind Indy’s ears, her eyes closed in bliss the entire time. It’s peaceful, relaxing, and he feels his shoulders loosen the longer the conversation goes on, Emma’s laughter and joyful voice sounding throughout the room. In the back of his mind, though, he keeps replaying the conversation, thinking of everything he said, everything they all said, and he’s amazed it all went as smoothly as it did, surprised that his father acquiesced to their private exit from the hospital so easily. He had no idea that Emma wanted that, and he wonders how long she’s been toying with the idea, how many late nights she’s spent worrying about bringing it up. He knows she didn’t just think of it now, that it wasn’t spur of the moment, and he tries to remind himself to ask her about it later, to make sure that there’s nothing else she’s hoarding inside.

She goes through enough, has gone through enough over the years, and she shouldn’t feel like she has to hold things back from him.

But he saves his thoughts for later, letting his dad leave and letting Emma take a nap, her eyes falling shut without her even laying down on the couch. He wakes her before she can get into too deep of a sleep, though, knowing that it’ll hurt her back, and helps her go upstairs to their room, ignoring the curses she’s muttering under her breath about him waking her up. While she sleeps, he goes downstairs to his office, answering emails and clearing out his inbox that he left alone while they were in Spain.

Summer is normally a slow time for them, June and July full of engagements while August is usually taken off to spend in Balmoral. Emma’s due in September, though, a few days after his birthday, and she’s not working after August begins. He is, though, doing his regular work and making a few short trips, making sure never to never travel more than three hours away in case he needs to be home.

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have things to do now, organizing his files and reviewing the financials for Kidding a Goal until Indy comes walking into his office, her nails clicking against the wood until she’s staring up at him with her mouth wide open, tongue practically falling out of her mouth. He checks his watch and sees that it’s far past seven. He’s surprised she didn’t come and get him two hours ago.

“You ready to eat, my girl?”

That gets her tail wagging before she takes off, running toward the kitchen at such a pace that she’s probably there before he even gets up from his chair. Sure enough, she’s already waiting next to her bowl like the most well-behaved dog in the world, which is not something he expected when he and Emma decided to get a dog last year. But she’s done well, their training working most of the time, but Indy does have the tendency to lick his face when he’s sleeping. He’s not a fan of that.

But she’s his best bud and a constant companion on his runs, so it all evens out.

After feeding her, he hears footsteps coming down the stairs, Emma wandering into the kitchen with sleep-rumpled hair and pillow streaks on her face, her pajama top falling off of one shoulder. She immediately heads toward the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water and some yogurt before settling down on a barstool.

“How’d you sleep?”

She grunts in response, opening her yogurt and eating a large spoonful. “I hate being pregnant sometimes.”

“So not well then?”

“Nope. I felt like my guts were all being squeezed out, but do you know who’s not moving now that I’m awake and out of bed?”

“Andy.”

“Yep.”

She keeps eating her yogurt, quickly finishing it up before getting another carton. He should probably fix something for dinner so she doesn’t consume the entire yogurt supply in their fridge.

“Hey, sweetheart?”

“Yeah?” she mumbles, pulling her spoon out of her mouth and looking up at him, her hair deflating the slightest bit from when she came down.

“You want to tell me what that was earlier? With my dad. When did you decide you didn’t want to do the public announcement?”

“Oh, um, I first thought about it a few weeks ago, but it was really driven home after last week. Why? You have an issue with it?”

“No,” he laughs, leaning down across from her and propping his elbows on the counter. “I think it’s bloody brilliant, that you are brilliant. I like that you want to do things your way…our way. It’s very sexy.” “Oh boy, if you’re looking to get laid right now that is not happening.”

“Well damn. Now I have no reason to compliment you.”

“Shut up,” she groans, tossing her spoon over into the sink, the metal clanking. “But seriously, you’re okay with all that, right?”

“Of course. I want you to do what makes you comfortable. I’m not the one giving birth.”

“Damn right. I think I’m going to give your dad a heart attack though.”

“Aye, definitely. I know he’s trying and he’s being accommodating, but I could practically see the fear of breaking traditions rolling off of him in anxiety-filled waves. But he’s seventy-three. Some things just aren’t going to change.”

“So basically we hit the jackpot today?”

“Yep.” He walks over to the fridge, opening it up and seeing what they have left over from before they left. “What do you want for dinner?”

-/-

“Bloody buggering hell,” he curses, bringing his thumb to his mouth and soothing where he just jammed his finger on the wood.

Building a crib should not be this difficult, but it apparently is. He’s been following the instructions exactly, making sure that each piece is doubly secure, and he’s not sure how it’s taking this long. He should be finished, this crib should be made, and he should be able to move onto the shelves or Emma’s glider that she was insistent on them getting.

He’s spent more time in this room in the past month than he has in any other room in the house, June somehow running away with itself all while he’s been hidden away within these four walls. It took a month and a half for he and Emma to decide on a simple light gray, one that he’s pretty sure is also in their bedroom, but honestly, once they both agreed on the color (likely because they have agreed on it once before), he wasn’t going to say anything else. He did pick out the gray-ish blue that’s on the wall with the shelves (or at least where they’ll go once he gets to them), so he’s pretty proud of it.

Neither he or Emma are much one for designing, though they have gotten a bit more into it since the remodel of the apartment, but he’s pretty proud of how Andy’s room is shaping up, even if the lad will stay in the bassinet in their room for awhile. It’s a simple room, clean lines and clean colors. All of the furniture are different shades of white and warm browns, woods really, with natural accents. Abigail gifted them a large wooden giraffe along with some leaf and animal prints, so those are sitting in the corner waiting to be placed after all of this furniture is built.

His favorite part, though, is definitely going to be the little sitting area by the shelves and the changing table. He’s not under any impression that this is going to be a calm room, a place to relax, but he figures there have to be times when he’s rocking Andy back to sleep in that very spot, the shelves filled with colorful children’s books that’ll become routine reading one day as well as being filled with several stuffed animals and photo frames that he can’t wait to update with pictures. Of course, the cabinets below will be filled with the essentials, the things no one likes to talk about like diapers and nipple cream (that was something Emma did not want to know about, and he honestly doesn’t blame her), but they’re definitely still in the dreamy, picture perfect nursery phase where the messiness of a child isn’t quite a factor.

Really to him, as much as he knows this is real, as much as he sees the physical proof, feels the physical proof (which holy shit is it incredible to be able to feel his son move), it’s still difficult for him to comprehend that in two months he and Emma will have a child. It’s something they’ve talked about for years, something they were planning on, but it’s difficult to put into words just how much love he has for his son.

And his wife.

She’s a rockstar in every sense of the word, and if he doesn’t mention it enough, Emma sure as hell will. He loves her fiercely, and that love is another thing that he can’t quite put into words. He honestly doesn’t understand men who moan and groan about their wives constantly. If anything, he finds it disgusting. Yes, you’re going to have disagreements with your significant other. That’s natural when you decide to spend your life with someone who has their own wants, needs, and opinions, but at the end of the day, his wife is his best friend. If there’s anyone he wants to spend time with, it’s her. No question.

If the answer to who your best friend isn’t your spouse or the person you’re marrying, he doesn’t understand why the hell you’d bother getting married. His mates are great, but they’re not Emma.

Maybe he is a bit of the cheeseball that Emma always claims him to be, but he likes it that way.

He’s definitely going to embarrass his kids. All of the time. He can’t wait. He’s got a few years, but he can’t wait.

“You know we can hire someone to do this, right?” Emma asks, a bit of laughter in her tone that makes him roll his eyes. His best friend, most definitely. The teasing is just a small part of that.

“Aye, but I’ve started it, and I intend on finishing it.” “Okay, but the crib doesn’t need to fall apart while there’s a baby inside of it, and the glider doesn’t need to fall apart while I’m sitting on it. That’s, like, a double disaster, and I know you lived by yourself for a long time, but I’m pretty sure you’re not capable of that anymore.”

“Oh, really? Because I was just going to make them as unsafe as possible so that I could live by myself again. I miss being able to stretch out in the bed.”

“You’re so funny,” she teases from the other side of the nursery where she’s putting away the washed clothes in the closet, organizing them by size. He swears they have enough clothes to last Andy for the first two years of his life, and that’s not counting the piles of things he knows David and Mary Margaret have at their house. “I think I may have bought him too much stuff. I don’t even think I own this many things.”

“You don’t mess your clothes up multiple times a day.”

“Good point.”

“I tend to make those.”

“Eh. Debatable.”

“Not at all debatable.” He turns back to the crib, looking at the instructions to see if he can remember where he left off before Emma distracted him. “Shit, this is impossible.”

“I can call my dad, babe. It won’t be a problem. He’s a bit handier than you.”

“Please, I am plenty handy.”

“Okay, well being handy with me is not the same as being handy when it comes to building things.”

“If we call your dad, he’s going to take over. I want to do some of this myself.”

“I will tell Dad just to help. Come on, babe, you love spending time with my dad.”

“Only now that he doesn’t give me the scary speeches anymore.”

“Yeah, I bet those were a lot of fun.”

“I mean, it’s been a solid half a decade since I’ve gotten one, but he still shakes me to my core.”

He hears Emma laugh, snort really, before she makes her way over to him, slowly settling down on the floor next to him and waving her hand until he gives her the instructions. She looks over them while looking at the crib, her eyes continuously darting between the two.

“You put part G in backwards. That’s why nothing after that is fitting.”

“Bloody hell,” he curses, reaching over and taking the instructions from her hand and checking to see if she really did just solve his problem, “how did you see that when I’ve been staring at it for the past hour?”

“Fresh eyes, my love. Fresh eyes.” She leans forward and kisses his cheek before falling back against the wall. “And that’s exactly why calling my dad and asking him to come over in the morning will be a great idea. I bet Mom will want to come too, and she does a mean job with a power drill.”

So Emma calls her parents who agree to come over in the morning. On top of moving, they’ve also begun to change around the hours of the pub, opening it earlier and letting Will close it out at night. And it’s because of this that they show up at eight in the morning, he and Emma both still asleep when their doorbell rings. Emma groans when she hears it, burying her face into his chest and making it impossible for him to get up without disturbing her. He can feel Andy summersaulting around in her belly, and he smiles to himself knowing that she’s going to have get up. She can’t sleep when he’s moving around like that.

He can’t sleep when Emma’s basically running marathons in bed, but that’s not something he’s going to voice out loud. He can get up and sleep in a guest room if he needs to. Emma can’t get up and walk away from the person who’s running marathons in her stomach.

There’s two human feet inside of her. That’s pretty weird if he thinks about it too much.

Okay, so really weird.

Slowly but surely he gets out of bed, letting Emma flip over into his spot, and heads downstairs to open the front door. David and Mary Margaret have a key, but they never use it, always waiting for either he or Emma to open the door for them, which he appreciates after one too many times having them walk in on he and Emma.

“Hi,” he greets, opening the door and ushering them inside. “Emma’s still asleep, but I’m sure she’ll wake up soon. Do you guys want some breakfast?”

“We ate at home, sweetie,” Mary Margaret greets, giving him a quick hug before David does the same. “So Emma said you guys were having some issues in the nursery.”

“I believe that it was more like Killian not being able to put together a crib in under three weeks.”

“So funny, Dave,” he bites, rolling his eyes and locking the door. “I did eventually figure it out. I just think this mid-July heat is obviously getting to me. Or maybe nerves. I’m not too sure.”

“Well, let’s go help then. We’ve got to be at the pub at two, but I think we should be able to get things done.”

After he fixes himself some coffee, not nearly as wide awake as David and Mary Margaret, they head upstairs and begin working in the nursery, assembling the shelves and drilling them into the walls in half the time that it would have taken he and Emma had they done this by themselves. So maybe help isn’t all bad. Before Emma even wakes up, they have the shelves installed and pictures securely nailed on the wall. There are books already being stacked, stuffed animals and knick knacks being placed, and all of the fun nipple creams and breast pumps being placed in the cabinet.

They’re working on the glider when Emma finally wanders in, her hair falling out of its band so that half of it spills down her back while the other half is piled on top of her head, and she’s got her glasses on, something she only does when her eyes feel too puffy to put her contacts in.

“Hey, sweetheart,” David greets, finishing tightening the screw he’s working on before getting up to embrace Emma. “How are you feeling?”

“Rough today. I think the little dude’s a giant or something because he crushes my lungs and my bladder at the same time. So I can’t breathe, and I have to pee. So, yeah, it’s fun.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Thanks, dad. It looks fantastic in here. You guys have done so much. I feel like we’re not going to have anything to do in the next two months if we finish all of this.”

“That’s kind of the point, love.”

“Yeah,” she yawns, covering her mouth, “I know. Mom, do you want to come and rest with me in my room? My back hurts today, and I just can’t sit on the floor in here with you guys.” “Of course, hon,” Mary Margaret answers, walking away from the closet and stepping over to Emma before she rubs up and down her back. “Are you sure you don’t want Killian to join you? David and I would be fine to work on our own.”

“No, it’s fine. I bug him all day, and I’m kind of thinking that you can paint my toes for me or we can watch movies or something. It’s been awhile since we’ve done that.”

“Text me if you need me, love,” he tells Emma, his eyes tracing over her in a bit of concern. It’s difficult watching her be uncomfortable or miserable on some days when he literally can’t do anything about it.

“Yeah, babe, I will.”

Emma and Mary Margaret walk out of the room, their voices fading away as they walk into their bedroom one room over, and he’s left with just David who promptly gets back to work finishing building the chair. Music plays in the background, an eighties’ playlist he thinks, and it doesn’t take longer before the chair is completely together and he’s sitting in it testing it out. It’s comfortable, probably one of the best seats they have in the house, and he can definitely understand why Emma insisted on this one after shopping around a bit.

“How does someone so small have so much stuff?”

“My child is twenty-eight years old, we don’t even live in her childhood home anymore, and I swear things of hers still pop up all of the time.”

“That’s likely because Emma leaves everything all over the place.”

He folds his hands behind his head, closing his eyes and rocking back and forth while Cherry Bomb plays in the background, which is definitely not a nursery appropriate song. Or maybe it is. Who needs Mozart when you can have The Runaways?

“So is Emma like that every day?”

“Like what?” he asks, popping an eye open to look at David who’s sitting against the shelves, which can’t be good for his back. God, how old is he getting if his first concern is for someone else’s back?

“Exhausted.”

“No, not every day. She’s usually got a hell of a lot of energy, even if there’s always a nap. I think she had a restless night. She’ll tell me like it is, though. If she’s having a bad day, she’ll let us know.” “What about you?”

“Well, I don’t have a baby crushing my lungs and my bladder.”

“True,” David laughs, running his hands through his short hair. Killian swears it’s gotten more gray in the past year, the blonde nearly disappearing. David is only fifty-two, so he’s not exactly older. Hell, if it weren’t for the wrinkles on his forehead and the gray hairs outnumbering the blonde, he’d look much younger. “But I remember being a dad for the first time. It’s terrifying, so you’re allowed to be scared.”

“I am. It’s…” He reaches up and scratches behind his ear, his hair getting long enough that he knows he needs to get a haircut soon. “Emma and I try to make sure that we keep up our normal routines, that we have our normal conversations without talking too much about the baby, but it’s kind of hard, you know? It’s like we’ll be talking about going out to eat and two minutes later we’re making a list of middle names or speculating if he’s going to look more like me or Emma.”

“I know. But it’s an exciting time, Killian. There will never be anything like it, and if you want to talk about the fact that you’re having a kid, you should. You and Emma have been together for so long, and I really don’t think your relationship is going to struggle if you’re not sitting around making references no one else understands for hours on end.”

“Oi,” he protests, resisting the urge to pick up the toy elephant next to him and throw it at David, “that is your daughter you’re mocking, and she can still kick your ass.”

“Trust me, I know. Who do you think raised her to be like that?”

“Mary Margaret.”

“You’re walking a thin line.”

He winks at David, his lips ticking up on the right into a smirk. “I know. You and Mary Margaret did such a good job, still do such a good job, and even with all of the times you’ve messed up – ”

“ – which is a lot more often than even Emma has probably told you.”

“I just…you’re a good dad, Dave. To Emma, to me. I hope I can do half as good as a job.”

“You’ll be great, Killian.” David smiles at him, something genuine, and Killian’s reminded of how much David really has impacted his life in all of the best ways. “I promise. And as much as I love you, I do love my little girl more, and she’s going to be amazing. She’s always…she’s never been too open to a lot of people, but the people she loves, she loves so fiercely, you know? And she’s already doing so well at being a mom. She’ll call me at nights, and I can just hear the happiness and excitement in her voice. At the end of the day, that’s all you want, you know? For your kid to be healthy and happy.”

“Yeah, I know.” He smiles to himself, thinking of how happy he is. “Also, how dare you imply that you love your own daughter more than me. I thought I meant more to you than that. I thought we had something special, man.”

“I can still give you hell. I’d watch yourself.”

He and David finish up in the nursery for the next few hours until David and Mary Margaret have to go to work, leaving after the three of them eat lunch down in the kitchen, Emma staying upstairs for a nap. When the Nolans are gone and he’s finished eating, he heads upstairs, bypassing the nursery and walking into their bedroom where Emma is sitting up on the bed watching TV.

“Your toes look nice,” he compliments, grabbing onto her big toe and moving it back and forth. “Do you feel any better?”

“Yeah,” she sighs, twisting onto her back and scooting up the bed, “it’s just one of those days, you know? I’m not usually this miserable.”

“I know, but it’s okay to have bad days, love.”

“Come here,” she tells him, crooking her fingers and motioning toward him before she turns on her side and wraps her arms around her pillow. He does as she asks, kicking off his sneakers and crawling up into the bed, the mattress moving against his weight until he’s pressed up behind her, his knee stuck between her thighs and his arm wrapped around her waist while the other rests above her head. This is how she’s been comfortable lately, and he can’t say he minds. “Did you guys get a lot done?”

“Aye, it’s almost all finished.” He moves her hair off of her neck, placing a kiss there before resting his chin on her shoulder. “It just needs your finishing touches, I think.”

“And we have to unpack all of the boxes that are in the guest room and put them away in the closet.” “That too, but we’ve got time, Emma.” She hums, and he can feel the vibrations as well as Andy moving around under his touch, the movements following how he taps his fingers. “Has he been active today?”

“Not since I woke up, but he always responds to your voice.” “Yeah, he recognizes me?”

“Of course, you talk so damn much. How could he not?”

He turns his head and presses a kiss against her jaw, biting a bit just to tease her. “You are not a very nice woman, my love.”

“Oh please, I’m, like, the seventh nicest person you know.”

“Seventh?”

“I figured it was conceited to put me at number one.”

“Possibly.” He moves his hand against her stomach again, snaking his fingers up under her pajama top so that he can feel the warmth of her skin. “So he really does get more active when I talk?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty weird to think about, but it’s true. He likes when you talk. I think it’s because you’re a much better story teller than me.” “I mean, obviously.”

“And that he’s probably just glad to hear someone else besides me. Imagine being stuck with someone for nine months. Good God.”

“Well, I’m stuck with you for forever. Good God.”

She groans and curses him under his breath before she scoots over and turns in his arms, slowly but surely moving to face him. “Don’t be an asshole. Also, so I was talking to mom today, and she wants to be called Mimi. I think Dad wants to be called Papa, which I like as long as that’s not what you want. I know that’s what some kids call their dads.”

“Aye, it’s what Lizzie calls Liam, which is weird since Alex doesn’t do that. But I’m okay with dad or daddy, so David can be called Papa.”

“Yeah, I kind of like it. Mimi and Papa. And then your parents are Gammy and Grandpa, right? That’s what Alex and Lizzie call them.”

“Aye, but I know Mom didn’t want to be Gammy. It’s just what happened. She says it makes her feel old.”

“Your mom is not old.”

“I know, but considering your parents are barely fifty while my parents are in their sixties and seventies, it doesn’t help.”

“I’ll tell my parents to get older then.”

He smiles at her before closing his eyes and settling into his pillow, letting his head sink down into the softness. It’s calming in here, the lights turned off and curtains closed while the ceiling fan hums a steady rhythm above them. He could fall asleep like this even if he’s not the biggest fan of naps, always somehow ending up groggy when he wakes up, and it doesn’t help with the way that Emma is playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, her fingers scratching into his scalp.

“Are you working tomorrow?”

He pops an eye open, looking at Emma and smiling when her nail hits a particularly sensitive spot on his neck. “Aye, I’ve got the Investiture ceremony at ten. Why?”

“Just wondering. I was thinking we could go somewhere. Just us. Maybe take Indy to Berkshire and let her run around, spend some time outside.” “We can do it in the afternoon, if you want. I think the weather is supposed to be nice.”

“Yeah,” she sighs, leaning forward and sliding her lips over his for a brief moment, “I think that would be nice.”

The next day after he’s finished with the ceremony, he hurries home, changing out of his suit and into shorts and a t-shirt, slipping a baseball cap onto his head and grabbing something to eat for lunch while Emma does the same, her hair falling out of the back of her hat in a long ponytail. They’ve got all day, but the afternoon’s weather is pleasant enough that he’d like to go now so they can stop by a café for dinner, even if that’s the absolute last thing that Thomas will want them to do.

They want their privacy, but they should be able to go out to dinner.

So he and Emma load up into his car, letting Indy sit in the backseat with the window rolled down so she can feel the mid-July breeze blow through her fur. It doesn’t take long to get to Windsor, pulling into their parking garage less than thirty minutes later, and instead of going inside like they’d usually do, he hooks Indy up to her leash while Emma grabs some water bottles and they head to the private gardens, avoiding the visitors wandering around on tours.

As much as he prefers the spring, mild July days are near the top of his list of favorite things. Everything is brighter, more pleasant. The grass is actually greener, the flowers contrasting against their background to create a landscape of whites and shades of purple, while everything is covered in a clear blue sky, only a few white clouds scattered throughout. New life blooms, and he gets to be the one to appreciate it, to revel in it. England can be so dreary sometimes, the weather somehow reflecting the moods of most people on their morning commute to work, so he appreciates when it’s not. He’s always loved the outdoors, and if there’s any complaint he has about his home, it’s the small private garden that they have to themselves. He’d like something larger, more space to run around, and sometime in the future, he and Emma plan to spend more time in Bucklebury so that they have the privacy.

That’s what they’ve decided on since returning from Spain last month. There’s been more lengthy, draining discussions with his parents and their security team than he’s ever wanted, and as much as he feels like they haven’t really accomplished anything, he knows it’s a slow process. Of course, there are drawbacks to every positive. They’re still going to have to spend most of their time at Kensington. It’s closer to their work, to their families. Hell, Emma’s parents just bought a house so that they could have the ability to spend time with their grandchild, and now they’re going to move away from them. It’s less than an hour drive, but it’s not nearly as close as they currently are.

But everyone understands, and they don’t plan on moving any time soon, not until Andy’s a bit older. They want to be near all of their loved ones when he’s younger, and they’ve spent so much time working on their home, making it exactly how they want. It’d be difficult to leave full time, so it’ll be nice to have the option of both.

It’ll be even nicer to give Andy the most normal life that they can possibly give him.

Emma whistles next to him, her fingers between her lips, while Indy runs back to them from where they let her loose. She was about five seconds away from jumping into a pond full of fish, and as much as they’d usually let her swim, they don’t need to have a wet dog with them for the rest of the day. So she runs back to them as quickly as she can, her legs leaping in the air with her black and white fur bouncing the slightest bit. He’s convinced that she shouldn’t be able to be that quick, but she’s still just a young dog, less than a year old, and though her legs will get longer, he doesn’t think she’ll ever be full of this much energy again.

If she is, he and Emma are definitely in over their heads.

With the dog.

He’s going to choose to not think of what it’ll be like with a toddler than can run and a dog that he can run after.

After she calms from her almost pond dive, Indy walks along in front of the two of them, occasionally wandering off the stone path to sniff around in the plants, nearly tearing up several flowers until they call her back to keep walking. They stay wandering for a little over two hours, not caring where exactly they’re going or if they’re circling back around in the same spots. Indy and Emma get tired around the same time, so they settle down onto a stone bench with a patio cover that’s next to another small pond.

In the distance, he can see the Chapel where they were married, the steeple rising up above the other buildings and stone walls, and he smiles to himself thinking of that day. In the grand scheme of things, he knows that when it comes to he and Emma, as important as it was, they had so many smaller, inconsequential days that he holds just as fondly in his heart.

But that was a pretty damn good day.

He stretches his arm out over the back of the bench, wrapping it around Emma’s shoulder and tangling his fingers into the ends of her ponytail while she leans her head on his shoulder, the bill of her hat hitting him in the chin for a brief moment. He’s glad she suggested them getting away from London for a little bit, for suggesting that they change up the routine and spend a day enjoying summer, especially since they’re missing out on Scotland with the rest of the family.

A month in the same place as everyone is likely a bit long, anyways. He loves his family, but that’s a lot for anyone.

“I love you, you know?” Emma asks out of nowhere, her gaze never falling away from the rippling of the water in front of them, a fish leaping up out of the water while the lily pads float around.

He squeezes her shoulder, rubbing up and down her arm and kissing her head even if she can’t feel it through the hat. “I know. I love you too.”

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A/N: so so so, it's quite never-wracking publishing something here because i don't have a clue how AO3 works, but I’ll have my chances here on Tumblr. As you can see with the gif, this is a toshinori yagi x exotic dancer!reader.... Yeah, i don't know what i was thinking, so please enjoy.

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“Where the fuck it’s my bra?”

“God, I need to smoke now!”

“Do you have any painkillers? I can’t deal with these cramps.”

It was quite fun to observe the antics of your companions through the reflection of your illuminated mirror, you had already seen this before and these moments always happened when the girls were clearly stressed out of not having enough time to take care of themselves before hitting the stage. A fond smile spread your unfinished lips, you wanted to take a few seconds to be able to snicker at them, women trotting around half naked with high heels and since the dressing rooms were a bit cramped, there are probabilities someone will bump with another person.

With a slight sigh, you returned to the task of painting your lips with this deep carmine, which made your skin stand out beautifully. It’s to be expected that anxiety and nerves ate away your stomach. Millions of times you've done your acting on stage, the confidence you felt every time the audience burst into applause, pride bubbled at the expertise you had every time you spin with the metal tube.

And no matter how many times you try to focus on those feelings, there will always be a little voice full of malice whispering at your side, that you are not good enough for this place.

But that can be easily solved.

You got up from your seat for another girl to use it since you had finished with your look for tonight. Always straps on your legs with something on top that could be see-through, like the black long skirt you had. This time you added something adorable, a pair of stockings attached to the straps because it’s a pain in the ass always rolling them up and as a final touch for the top, a black bralette with embroidered floral lace in the areas of the breasts.

At first, you thought it was too much black, but in the end, you loved it with the little shines the skirt had, besides when you were going to hit the stage there’ll be lights on you.

And you couldn’t avoid small spin you did with your ankle boot high, it's not your fault that you felt pretty. Why do most people think that being an erotic dancer will give you a bad reputation? It actually gave you a few perks.

“Venus, girl! Stop ogling your ass and come outside with us!” A woman with a bunny outfit address you.

‘Well, duty calls.’ You thought, huffing amused by the judging glare from the other female but it switched to a playful glare as she flung an arm around your shoulders, dragging to the loud madness of music and lots of alcohol.

Yeah, being an erotic dancer might have a few cons but you were able to deal with them with a positive attitude.

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‘Why me?’

It's like the sixth time he was lamenting in his mind, embarrassment giving a nice shade of red on his face while anxiety gnaws at his stomach, well, part of the organs that he still had. His fellow teachers were persistent this week, surprising him with his guard down and there were sometimes times when his response was blood coming out of his mouth. And there was no way to escape since he was cornered between them, Nemuri and Hizashi were chatting between them. Thrilled that at last, their plan had finally succeeded. Have forced the number one hero of all Japan to have a little bit of fun. At first, it wasn’t easy to have a specific date, since the three heroes had busy schedules but at the end, they were able to find the perfect day where the three heroes had no patrols, no papers to grade or classes to prepare for their students.

Although the patrols didn’t apply to Toshinori, with the small disadvantage that he can only sustain his other form for a short time.

Of all the places, Toshinori never thought or imagined he would be forming in a line to enter a Strip club. He’d assumed the duo would drag him to a club to “relax”, he’d even imagined that Hizashi would drag him to the dance floor or Nemuri would try to convince him to drink a bit, which he’d warned them before that he wasn’t in a position to drink.

Cerulean hues look up to see the sign of the building, ‘CHERRY POP’ with a pink neon light that illuminated the dark streets and civilians who also formed a line, the said fruit replacing the O and anyone would figure it out the innuendo behind the sign. With just thinking about it the heat in his cheek increased. Nerves tightened his throat as he was guided by Nemuri and Hizashi, it was their turn to enter and Toshinori was already praying that this would end soon.

Don’t get him wrong, a part of him was actually happy that at least his colleagues involved him in their activities, it made him feel less old but there were some comments that gnawed his mind when Midnight invited along with an excited Mic, even the duo had thought about inviting their old friend with deep eye bags but Aizawa had rejected the invitation with a death glare.

‘You need to get out of that apartment, All might-san! It’s not healthy for you.’

‘YEAH! We get it that you are number one hero but even you deserve a break!’

He cannot take breaks! Toshinori devoted himself that he would do everything in his power to be the symbol of peace for the world. It doesn’t matter if he reaches the limit of his quirk, if he has a way to help in any kind of way, he would do it. And that has caused him so many sacrifices, his organs were hanging by a thread if he wasn’t careful with his food, he depended on pills and you better believe this tall lanky man has some self-doubt issues about himself.

Toshinori was welcomed by the soft pink and purple lights, it was large but with many people occupying the tables and dancers attending to customers, it felt a bit crowded. And immediately his eyes stuck to the ground, perplexed to the type of clothing the women were wearing but what was he expecting? This was a stripper club after all!

“All-Might san!” Midnight had to stand on her tiptoes and raise her voice a bit, due to the blasting music. “Can you get the drinks? Yamada and I’ve to find a good spot, okay?”

He appreciated his friends but Toshinori was sure they’ll be the cause of his death. Before he could protest, Nemuri walked away, chasing after a Hizashi who was being cornered by a pair of twins wearing student outfits. The bar wasn’t difficult to locate, it took most of the place with a bar that emitted a purple light. Toshinori notices it was a bit empty, some people at the end of the bar drinking or talking to one of the girls.

With hurried steps he went to the bar, avoiding physical contact with anyone or contact visual, keeping his eyes on the bar and trying not glanced at the revealing clothes from the woman. If his memory didn’t fail him, usually Hizashi would drink beer and Nemuri would like tequila and as for him? Water can be an option, or perhaps he could use the advice from Midnight.

With a polite smile, he asked the bartender for drinks and watched the dark-skinned man use his hair to take the bottles and glasses, which Toshinori noticed were actually tentacles like an octopus, pale in lilac tones. The blonde waited, crossing his arms over the bar and sighed to calm those nerves, hoping this adventure would end soon.

He’d mentioned before the bar was half empty because most of the people were busy enjoying themselves and the women were taking the drinks to the tables, what a weird services Toshinori thought but his attention was drawn to this figure sitting on top of the table bar, slouching over while drinking.

It was another dancer but they didn’t seem to participate like the other women, Toshinori crossed the idea of them being a customer by their choices of clothing. He returned his attention when the bartender returned with the drinks, Toshinori still hasn’t asked something for himself so he wondered if this place would have juice?

A rattle noise distracted him, Toshinori observed as one of the locks (tentacles?) from the man stretched out just to give the girl a small object and the blond recognized him. The blonde man was well aware of possible drugs being taken here, and probably this place has a permit but Toshinori wasn’t interested in that, he didn’t want to be intrusive and didn’t want to cause a scene but his hero conscience shouted at him to stop them, to avoid a tragedy about someone who died due to an overdose.

Meddling when you don’t need to is the essence of a hero.

It only took him two strides to be at their side and land one of his bony hands on top of theirs, stopping them before they can open the bottle.

“Please, don’t do it.”

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By "come outside with us" it actually meant: sit on the bar and observed how everyone was working, but at least you got a tip for doing a lap dance to a group of college students, you enjoyed how the shy boy was a wrecking laughter by your performance. Clearly obvious it was his first time visiting the cherry pop. You loved this kind of reactions, pride swelled your chest to see that you did a good job of bringing them joy in their night.

The drink you were holding was a combination made from Lulu, something to get you in the mood, vodka with some sprite. Simple but you already felt the heat in your body rise a little but not enough to get dizzy. Slumping your shoulders as you heaved a sigh, you already felt this night was going to be long but you soothed your impatience with the fact that you only had to wait thirty minutes to start with your act.

The rattling noise by your ear brought your attention and without looking you took the small bottle from Lulu's slimy tentacle, you were grateful the barman kept your candy hidden, there were many times you had a little craving but you avoid the food, vomiting while performing is something you don’t wish to experience. Putting your drink away so you can have your hands free, why did you put your skittles in a medicine bottle? You always promise to bring a more suitable container but you always forget it.

With the drink affecting your temperature, it also affected your reflexes because you would’ve flinched by the intrusive hand that invaded your sight but you didn’t. You blinked twice owlishly, your eyes followed the long arm until they connected to these sunken eyes with cerulean irises.

He was tall and you didn’t want to exaggerate but you were sitting at the bar, and it was high, this man wasn’t tilting his head up to look at you, his head was slightly leaning down to look at you!

That’s how tall he is.

You knew his hair was blond despite the lack of light and was rebellious, it reminded you like the mane of a lion. And his sharp features, they were accentuated by the bangs on the sides of his face. You've met millions of people with different appearances but him? He was the first one to leave you with a gaping mouth but now you were wondering why he stopped you from eating your sweets.

Maybe he wanted too? Your eyebrows pinched with confusion by the choice of his words, what does he mean “don’t do it”?

And Toshinori noticed it, the confusion filling your features and your eyes shifted between his hands and face.

Oh right, he has to explain why he stopped you.

“Please don’t do this yourself.” Toshinori began, removing his right hand. “You think have no way to escape but there is one and I don’t think to damage your body own is the answer.” Toshinori hoped his words would have got an effect on you, to make you reflect on your actions and he was ready for any reaction you’ll throw him. Anger or mockery were the first two he was expecting but now it was his turn to blink perplexed.

You began to laugh.

He wasn’t sure if you were laughing at him or at the situation but the way your cheeks redden, the way you were trying to muffle your giggles with the back of your hand.

It made his insides twitch.

Your laughter faded but you still had a smile on your lips, you weren’t really laughing at him but about this man's assumption, he thought you were ingesting drugs and it was cute that someone took the trouble to worry. It’s true in this club there are several drug addicts, some of your companions are. You can drink until you suffer a massive hangover the next day but to take something that can make you see flying pineapples is a big no-no.

“Oh no, no! These are not drugs.” You assure as you opened the bottle and pop a green one in your mouth. “It’s just candy, I get hungry in the job so I’ll always keep something to bite on.”

You could see relief washing over his features and also ashamed reddening his cheeks. “Ah, I’m glad. I’m sorry for, well touching you, it wasn’t my intention to startle you like that. I just wanted to, well help you.”

“Don’t sweat it,” You munch a blue one until you had an idea. “Would you like one? It’s from the red bag.”

“Eh?”

You gave the bottle a slight shake, emphasizing your offer. You just wanted to be nice, even though you were a bit selfish when it came to candy. Toshinori stared at your outstretched hand for a few seconds until he shook his head, with a friendly smile on his sharp cheeks he answered.

“Thank you but I’m afraid I’ve to decline.”

They weren’t dirty if he was thinking about it, but you didn’t insist, understand that not everyone would accept sweets from a stranger and less than an exotic dancer. It’s clear this man has never been in a strip club and you thought he was a gentleman, the way he blushed and how he apologized because he only touched you without your permission.

You weren’t sure if this man was acting or he’s truly a gentleman.

Working in this type of business has taught you a thing or two, actually, the other dancers had to teach because in your first months working in the cherry pop you were unbearably naïve. With the corner of your eye, you noticed the drinks, who the bartender was keeping guard. You assumed he was with some friends and he had to ask for them.

Conjuring a lovely smile, you thought it would be a great idea to play with him, to kill some time. Also, you wanted to see if really is a gentleman or just someone who’s pretending to be one.

“Are you with your friends?”

Your question caught him off guard, for a moment the blond thought you were going to go after that but you didn’t. And Toshinori wished you did, apparently, he forgot how to speak with another human being.

“I-I yes, I'm with some colleagues,” Toshinori replied while looking at the spot he got separate from Midnight. “They’re supposed to get a seat well uhm, for this.”

“Mhm, that’s good to hear.” You acknowledge as you leaned forward liking how the tall man was leaning backward. “I hope you and your friends like the show, it’s about to start again.”

Toshinori tilted his head a bit as he cocked a thin eyebrow. “There’s going to be a show?”

“Uh-hu! In this club we throw something different each week, tonight we’re going to throw some Lip sync and, and- what the heck,” Your eyebrows pinched in confusion, you had to stretch your neck to observe a dancer who was making strange gestures, and towards you. Comprehension showed in your features since that weird dancer was actually your friend Mamacita, who was still making you wild gestures and they must mean ‘honey, it’s time to go!’

“I really, really must be going, it’s time to get ready for the show.” Taking your cold drink from the bar and carefully you chug it down, you don’t want to ruin your make up.

“Right, of course, you’ve work to do.” Toshinori nodded but it sounded so awkward. “Oh, let me help you.” He extended a bony hand for you and you gladly took it, shinning a grateful smile for his help you step down from the colorful bar when your shoes touched the ground you shook the imaginary dust of your skirt but you only did it with only one hand since the other was occupied, being held by the tall man.

You didn’t know his name and you didn’t want to know, it is for sure you would never see HIM again. You huffed amused again by his attitude, apologizing to you again while he let go of you.

You wave it off with a shrugged off your shoulders.

“I’m off. I hope you enjoy the show, see you later⁓” You sashay away, swaying your hips just a bit, knowing well the adorable and awkward man was watching your behind. And Toshinori scolds himself for letting your hips create some filthy thoughts, with an annoyed huff he paid the drinks and walked away with them. It wasn’t difficult to locate a wild Yamada who chatted heartily with other dancers just like Nemuri, who was clearly seducing some dancers.

“Ah, Yagi-san! For a moment we thought you bailed on us!” Nemuri exclaimed as she scooted, patting the red cushion beside her, gesturing for the blonde to sit.

“Yeah, we’d to fight some punks for this spot!” Yamada added, taking the jar and giving a sip to the golden liquid. Toshinori’s face paled, looking between the two heroes.

“Wait, please don’t tell me you actually fight?”

Nemuri gasped after she gulped a tequila shot, faking indignation. “You offend mesir, I would never!”

“We only talked and rudely, they left after Nemuri threaten them. Nothing special.” Hisashi added. “

Toshinori sighed, they definitely going to be their death.

“Ah, c’mon Yagi-san! But guess what? These lovely ladies told us there’s going to be a show! Some type of competition?”

One of the dancers dressed as high schooler giggled at the forgetful expression of Yamada, so she explains. “That’s right, that’s right! Every girl needs to throw a little dance to the audience with their most wild movements and at the end, we see who wins!”

Hizashi and Nemuri were interesting about who was going to be in this little show and the “high schooler” cheerfully began to name them. Mamacita, Divine, Coco, there were so many creative names the blonde wondered which one would be yours, not the real one of course because he assumed it was important for all the dancers to maintain their privacy. The excited shrieks of Yamada and Nemuri took him out of his mind, apparently, they were going to start with the show and surely they would have a good look since their table was a bit close to the stage.

“Good evening lady and gentleman!” the DJ started announcing. “I hope everyone is having a good time in our cherry pop because is about to get spicy up in here!”

The crowd broke into applause and whistles, ready to enjoy what the dancers were going to demonstrate tonight. Toshinori breathed a chuckle, amused by the exaggerated applause of the other two heroes and he was also curious about this show.

“Alright, alright! Just a little briefing for any new here: our girls have to show off their best routines and the one with the most applause is the winner!” Now without further a due let me present our first girl!

To be judged by applause? It seemed fair, although Toshinori had some doubts he kept them to himself. What if two dancers have an amazing routine? Would they tie?

“Three times champion! Our heartbreaker, and cold goddess, Venus!”

Toshinori was startled by how the crowd broke into applause, the men jumped from their chairs and whistled like wolves when the aforementioned dancer came out from the curtain and paraded on the stage, showing off her attire. He threw kisses to the several men who tried to get their attention, sending them seductive smiles that are surely false, but a girl must always keep her act real.

Toshinori blinked owlishly

It was you, your name was Venus.

Well, your professional name in this case.

“Aight, settle down boys! Don’t make me call security.” The DJ warned, you also have to remember that it’s a place full of drunken men and surely some will try to cross the line with one of the girls. “Let’s get ready to fuck shit up, Venus!”

The music coming from the speakers vibrated in his body, he didn’t recognize the song but had a sensual rhythm, which you moved your hips to the rhythm of the song.

YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE SO CAUTIOUS

IF YOU PRACTICE WHAT YOU PREACH

COUNTING UP THE STACKS ON THE COUNTER

A FUCKING DISEASE!

You were not singing that is a fact, there were dancers in the place who could dance and sing at the same time. Either it was talent or surely it was a quirk related. You did your own routines in your home, playing the songs you liked and dancing in front of your huge mirror. Because there were too many times there were fights between girls, discussing movements that were copied.

Everyone was delighted with the movements of your hands, arms, and legs. Men threw bills on the stage or sometimes you took a one to put on your belts.

You were lip-synching Toshinori pointed because obviously that was not your voice and in the way, you exaggerated your lips a bit with the lyrics. And that made him be on the edge of his seat, making eye contact with the crowd was crucial because it shows you were confident in what are you doing.

DON’T ASK ME TO BE RIGHTEOUS

IF YOU PRACTICE WHAT YOU TEACH

COUNTING ALL YOUR BLESSINGS

THE SECONDS YOU’RE DOWN ON YOUR KNEES

You took off your skirt, throwing it behind you, eager to swing yourself with the metal tube.

SO WHY

WHY DON’T WE GET A LITTLE HIGH, HIGH?

Not so sweaty hands wrapped the cold metal and the memory of your muscles could lift you up, swinging with the rhythm of the song. That familiar red taste almost shot out of his mouth, men and women again broke into applause to your daring skills, Toshinori covered his mouth but his cerulean irises were glued to your figure, they did not leave your figure, which still moved with sensuality with the tempo of the music.

Shit

Holy shit

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